Honduras: Lencas in action
Every morning, I sit looking out my host family’s front window, onto the busy street in the centre of La Esperanza. People bustle by: rushing to work, selling vegetables door to door, or just walking around town. In the mornings the buses from the rural communities stop outside our house; they are the old yellow school buses sent from the US, which are crammed with people from the nearby mountains on the inside and toppling with huge bags of produce on the roof.