Roatan Photos

The SS Minoe and the hidden canal for all of the pirates that use to roam Jonesville, Roatan escaping the British. These are Mangrove canals.

Turtle, Monkey, Macaws making out.. What more can you ask for?

Iguanas everywhere.... HELP!!

Roatan!!!

Come one, come All!

Roatan...the most touristy, gringolandia place I have been to in Honduras. Very cheap for most gringos, but since I have been spoiled by the "mainland" I feel like I am being taking for a ride everywhere I go... I am living with Missionaries in Sandy Bay, Roatan, Honduras. It is quite the experience let me tell ya!


Kenfor and Miss Peggy are like my family on the island here. Miss Peggy is the nurse who started and is running the clinic down here. It is an amazing place that is very well staffed and smooth running. By far the most positive medical experience I have had yet.
This is a group of Volunteers to educate the population of Latinos living in the Colonia about Diarrhea and Nutrition. Supposedly this graduation ceremony was nicer than when people graduated from Medical School in Honduras. This is just a nice picture of Flowers Bay, which is a islander community on the otherside of the island. Taking Arms off in the clinic. Out on the town with all the gringos in the neighborhood. Those are the facts – “reality-based” reporting – that caused Tomlinson to tell The
Washington Post that what he saw was “liberal advocacy journalism.” Well, if reporting
what happens to ordinary people because of events beyond their control, and the
indifference of government to their fate, is liberalism, I plead guilty.

Okay, I got a good story for you. I was arrested in Panama City. It really isn´t as bad as it sounds. Here is the story. So I met this Argentinian guy that is kinda loud and we were walking around the neighborhood called Los Pueblos which looks like Suburbia America because everything is a big fat store that sells electronic and what not for very cheap prices. And, my buddy Diego is trying to buy a digital camera there, but they won´t take one of his one hundred dollar bills because it has one of the numbers on it that is thought to be conferfeit. So we have to exchange this bill for another. We walk around going into 3 banks which all of them deny us and say we must go to the National Bank. So at 3:05 we arrive at the national bank which is locked up and Diego starts asking the guard to let us in because we are only a couple minutes late and just have a very simple procedure to take care of. The guard says ¨no¨and diego doesn´t want to take no for an answer. He starts gesticulating and talking too fast for me to understand him, although I understand the message he is sending out there with his grabbing himself and all the middle fingers flying around. I feel this isn´t the best situation to be apart of but I didn´t think that anything would really come out it. We decide to walk away and the bank employees decide to call the police who picked us up a couple stores down from the bank. We get to sit in their little bungaloo thing answering questions. Diego explained the whole thing and he were going to let him go, if it wasn´t for me. I didn´t have my passport on me and therefore I was determined to be an illegal alien and they didn´t know what to do with me. So after about an hour or so of talking to these guys they decided to just let us go with a warning because they couldn´t do anything except send me to jail for being illegal or let me go. Diego said ¨look at him, he has a face of a fish¨and the guys laughed and let us go.

Panama. A great place!!!! Really, an amazing city!!! You got to go!!!


How could a just God permit great misery? The Haitian peasants answered with a proverb: Bondye konn bay, men li pa konn separa,¨in literal translation, ¨God gives but doesn´t share.¨ This meant, as Farmer would later explain it, ¨God gives us humans everything we need to flourish, but he´s not the one who´s supposed to divvy up the loot. That charge was laid upon us. ¨

Panama Canal...One of the World Artificial Wonders... Pretty Impressive! But I thought it would of been bigger.

Gamboa Zoo in Panama. Friendly Monkeys.

Here a few pictures of Casco Viejo, the old historic neighborhood in Panama City.
The last picture is a lovely one of the downtown skyline and the old headquarters of Noriega before it got bombed out by the US. ¨The fact that any sort of religious faith was so disdained at Harvard and so important to the poor -- not just in Haiti but elsewhere, too -- made me even more convinced that faith must be something good.¨

Haircut and Trim

The consensus was that I was just getting uglier so off it went!



Mí padre e Yo.


¨Clean water and health care and school and food and tin roofs and cement floors, all of these things should constitute a set of basics that people must have as birthrights.¨

Leaving San Jose!

Well I am heading out of town now! Costa Rica was amazing! My parents came right after new years and we got in a full week of jam packed travels around the country. We went out to Montezuma, Isla de la tortuga, Puntarenas, Monteverde, Saint Elena, Volcano Arenal, Nuevo Arenal, La Fortuna and then back to San Jose. So now I have a few moments to gather my thoughts and breathe before I get back on the bus to go to Panama tonight. I so can't wait!!!
The only advice I have for anyone coming down here is to get a car with a lot of clearance above the ground. It will make your trip much smoother if that was possible.



White liberals, some of whose most influential spokespeople were black and prosperous. ¨I love WLs, loveém to death. They´re on our side,¨he had told me some days ago, defining the term. ¨But WL´s think all the world´s problems can be fixed without any cost to themselves. We don´t believe that. There´s a lot to be said for sacrifice, remorse, even pity. It´s what separates us from the roaches.¨

Costa Rica

Montezuma, Costa Rica´s Beautiful beach...Too bad it was alittle overcast. Mis Padres on the ferry out to Nicoya Penninsula. The Gringos verse the TICOs...We didn´t do as bad as I would of thought. Now if only I didn´t score on myself like 2 times we could of at least giving them a little competition.
Me and the rents in Nicoya. Puntarenas Harbor. Pretty busy, huh?.Never underestimate the ability of a small group of committed individuals to change the world. Ïndeed, they are the only ones who ever have.¨

Nicaragua

So I am in Granada, Nicaragua. After a 12 hour bus trip from San Pedro Sula, Honduras to Managua, Nicaragua I hoped on another bus to get to Granada. The very touristy, hippie town that has a lot to offer mochileros. I went on a cruise of the local island chain very close to Granada in Lago de Nicaragua. I went fishing in a little river between two islands. I went to pet some wild Monkey and go to a island that is only a cemetery for the families that live on the other islands. It was trippy!
So Christmas in San Pedro was great. I met all the MOTs from San Pedro and we hung out and had dinner at the local Texaco station. One of my favorite dinners!!!! I had great company though.





Granada, Nicaragua...One of the islands in the middle of the Lago de Nicaragua. It is a cemetery and way spookie!




There is me trying to play nice with the monkeys on our boat that came for a visit and for a bit to eat. Don´t worry he didn't toss any poop at us.




This guy was a little bit more shy anwouldn'tdn´t come any closer, but was still very curious of what these humans were up to.




This is our mom and her baby She just jumped right on board...It was quite cool!







The pretty sunset over the lake de Nicaragua.




We took these to go fishing in between the hundred of little islands in this archipelago.




This is the road that circumvents the island that we were fishing on. I decided that wasn't be best fisherman, perhaps I would be a better explorer?




But before we could go fishing we had to clean out all the water that had accumulated in the boat!







This guy is rowing his huge TV back to his little island. Very common sight out here.




This is Puerto Cortes on Christmas eve over the bay.


I think whenever a people has enormoust resources, it is easy for them to call themselves democratic. I think of myself more as a physician than as an American. Ludmilla and I, we belong to the nation of those who care for the sick. Americans are lazy democrats, and it is my belief, as someone who shares the same nationality as Ludmilla, I think that the rich can always call themselves democratic, but the sick people are not amount the rich.¨Look, I´m very proud to be an American. I have many opportunities because I´m American. I can travel freely thoughout the world, I can start projects, but that´s called privilege, not democracy.¨