
Rural San Isidro, Honduras, has no actual police force, so when troublemakers are afoot, the townspeople take it upon themselves to lock the culprit in a concrete cylinder, under Hiroshima-class sunshine, on a hillside along the road.
This unfortunate prisoner had been causing trouble while hopped up on dope, so was apprehended & locked in the hoosegow for three or four days.
As in much of Latin America, family or friends are counted upon to provide the creature comforts of food, water & to provide -- and empty -- the chamber pot.
Woe unto the culprit who has no friends.
Monday, June 25, 2007
Jail Cell, San Isidro, Honduras
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Labels: Honduras, Jail, San Isidro
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1 comments:
I just viewed your photographs posted on the Heart to Honduras website.
I have been going to Honduras on educational missions with Schools for Children of the World (SCW) for five years and we have stayed with Heart to Honduras each time.
I really was moved to tears, as you captured what I love about Honduras and Hondurans in particular. No words needed to know what's going on. Well done, good and faithful servant!!
Jeanne Newman
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