The young boy working at Banana Republic(Hotel not clothing store) was only 19, but so aware of the meaning to his life. He looked just like a futbol player, tall, lean, and again-the crazy hair-Mohawkesque(just made that up, but sounds cool). He loves futbol and psychology and we had great discussions about materialism and the difference between living in materialism and living in poverty. He does not find importance with materialistic items rather he holds the most importance in his family, friends, and education. He shares with me how it's not common for Hondurans to study psychology and there are not many professors that teach it. He says that he reads independently most of the time. He reminds me of myself when younger-a love for sports and a love for psychology-reading everything I could get my hands on.
Like the old me, he never purchased an iPhone because he doesn't need something that extravagant. I told him how I recently got one just last year and I only got one because it was "Free." That would motivate anyone to turn to the updated, must have technology. He seemed like such a strong, responsible boy that he would decline it.
When it comes to violence, he explains the gang situation and the crime in each city. La Ceiba is pretty safe and the bottom of the radar for crime, but San Pedro is a whole other story. There is such strong gang rivalry and the use of weapons is out of control. He said that citizens carry more weapons that police and they use them at each and every opportunity. Some of the common weapons include: guns and machetes(large knifes that are very sharp. He shared that it's difficult being part of a country that is soley known for it's violence. There are many cities that are safe including La Ceiba, but people just think of drugs and violence.
As I noticed and he pointed out, La Ceiba actually has a high population of the wealthy. Then go around in their Mercedes and BMWs and don't associate themselves with those less fortunate. This is common of many countries, especially India. It's a lack of empathy for their own people and own country and an obsession with greed, wealth, and materialism. It's a very sad life and I come across these people often. There is such emptiness in their hearts and in the meantime this young boy who is just 19 can look his country and the world in such a kind, caring, realistic, analytical way.
While I was only there for two days, I made sure to go downstairs and talk with him at night. Such a doll-wish we took a photo together, but sometimes we just remember moments and words. A photo can't do the same job this post does- something I realize more and more as I travel...
Most people with money live in La Ceiba.
