Marcala There’s something incongruous about writing this on a small netbook computer at the top of the mountain again with the wind roaring outside bringing a real chill despite the summer all around the valley and hillsides, and doing so by candlelight as I await daybreak in the predawn. Coming off the mountain yesterday, the …
Category: International
Colors and Dawn on the Marcala Mountains
Marcala In an afterthought I had thrown a small flashlight in my bag. You never know. As Tim sings, “there’s the cowboy in us all,” and with me there’s still a boy scout deep down riding alongside I guess. Good thing. We had driven up the mountains from Marcala in pitch dark to where our …
No Unions for Honduran Maquiladores
San Pedro Sula In a little more than two hours from Houston, I landed at the smallish airport of this city of almost a million which is the second largest in Honduras and the industrial capital of the country. The Sula Valley is dotted with one huge fenced and barbed wired maquila plant after another, …