Unforgettable Maya Chorti

Again I'm stealing one or two from my past as I've taken a trip down memory lane recently.

I could write for hours about this village, La Pintada, in the Western highlands of Honduras near the Guatemalan border, but I won't.

Suffice to say these children now have opportunities to be educated, to live their lives free from the rusty shackles of Spanish and colonial oppression that hounded their fore fathers since 1534. Their fathers (and mothers) until very recently were still called rats from the mountains. No human being deserves that, unless of course they have committed some heinous crime or similar.

But these 'children of the mountains' now have schools, running water, electricity, a local government that respects and integrates them, or at least tries hard to. And I'm proud to have played a role in making that happen, albeit a small one.

4 of the most amazing years of my life spent with the wonderful Maya Chorti tribe.

Unforgettable. Truly unforgettable.