Date: December 2004
Location: Roatan Island, Honduras
We spent Christmas of 2003 on the island of Roatan. We rented a couple of cottages. Roatan is off the coast of Honduras. It is famous for its scuba diving. Devin got his scuba diving license there. As you can see by the above picture, he was dedicating himself to his lessons.
Honduras is a tough country. Children are kidnapped and beaten up regularly. Roatan Island is split into two sections, one English and developed to a certain extent. The other half is Spanish and totally undeveloped. People travel by public transportation, or whatever other means they have to get to work, and then home. We gave a lift to a bunch of people and gained some insight into their life style.
The poem below was written with this in mind.
Roatan
waiting for the bus
waiting for anyone to stop
waiting for a ride to town
waiting all the time
looking for the bus
looking for anyone to stop
looking for a ride to town
looking all the time
how to pay the bills
how to get to work
how to put food on the table
how to survive
no bus in sight
no cars are stopping
no time to wait
no work in sight
time is standing still
time is fleeting by
time is not important
time is all we have
how long we wait
how we hope despair think
how to get to work
how to get home
pickup stops
clamber in the back
huddle in the cold
hang on for dear life
bang on the roof
pickup stops
clamber out
go to work
waiting for the bus
waiting for anyone to stop
waiting for a ride to town
waiting all the time
looking for the bus
looking for anyone to stop
looking for a ride to town
looking all the time
how to get home
how to pay the bills
how to put food on the table
how to survive
