So on Tuesday we get word we have to be in Costa Rica the next day. We were driving back from the funeral of the boy who had been shot. The entire town of 400 people came out for the funeral in the little village in the mountains about 3 hours from the Honduran capitol
I´ve never seen anything like it in person. A body being hoisted into a truck and people screaming. I could feel the itchy, burning sensation of tear gas in my nose. I started saying, “shit, shit shit!” to myself. I pulled out my camera, looked for my cameraman thinking he might be one of the
We expected today to be a busy one. Zelaya claimed he was returning and large protests in support of Zelaya and against the coup were planned. Alfredo and I gathered our things and headed to meet the protestors from the start. We were there to support the other two reporters who were doing liveshots from
No cabbies would pick us up and we were at least a 25 minute ride from our hotel. Then the guys with us noticed a police vehicle patrolling to make sure everyone followed the curfew. So Alfredo “badass” DeLara (cameraman) waves them down and tells them we´re stuck without a ride home and that we´re
This was kind of amusing but wouln´t have been had I not been around to write about it… So on Wednesday we shoot all day in La Esperanza, Honduras about three hours from the capitol Tegucigalpa. Alfredo and I basically stay up all night trying to send our story back via the interwebs and this