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Boy in Doorway |
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Honduran Children |
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Honduran Man |
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Mother & Child |
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Son and Mother |
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Washday |
The people I met on a soggy four-hour tour in an ancient taxi. (See story below.)
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Boy in Doorway |
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Honduran Children |
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Honduran Man |
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Mother & Child |
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Son and Mother |
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Washday |
Four hours in Honduras
Copyright Liz Larrabee
Special Feature - Sarasota Herald-Tribune - 02-07-00
PORTO CORTES -- I disembark from the Russian cruise ship, Gruziya, at 8:30
a.m. At the bottom of the gangway I'm besieged by taxi drivers, each enlisting
the services of the only interpreter on the dock, Jose. He sports a heavy
mustache, an open-neck shirt and scuffed, wing-tipped shoes. I bargain valiantly
for 15 minutes, explaining that I want to spend my precious four hours in
Honduras exploring the countryside, meeting and photographing the
people.
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