Sunday mornings are usually a noisy affair in San Lorenzo. Starting at 7 am we hear prayers and songs for different churches across town through speakers.
Add to that, loudspeaker announcements of fruit and vegetables (or shrimp, or water, or furniture, or whatever!) from vendors who pass through the city in their trucks.
And, since we are in a presidential election year, the tunes of political parties promoting their candidates also get added in the mix.
Did I mention the roosters, pigs and dogs? And let’s not forget, on special occasions, firecrackers that get lit starting at 4 am. Let’s just say I don’t get to sleep in much.
Living in Honduras, I realized that our tolerance to noise is a very cultural affair. It takes a little bit of time for us Canadians to get used to it.
This morning, Fabrizio (my colleague/boss/friend depending on the context) and I wanted to go kayaking in the gulf. I’ve been here over a year and I’ve never done it. To be honest, the water is not very appealing so I’ve been procrastinating on that.
We were supposed to meet at 8 am. Fab arrived at 8:45 (I think we forgot to specify which 8 am we agreed on: the real one? or the Honduran one?).
As we were walking towards the waterfront, I heard another noise which didn’t sound familiar. Drums? Trumpets? Xylophones? What?! Fab tells me there’s a marching band competition between different high schools in the area.
So like a kid with ADD, or someone who’s trying to find an excuse to not go kayaking, I completely switch gears and suggest we go check that out instead. Hah! There’ll be another time for kayaking!
And as if I didn’t have enough sound stimulation for a day, after the competition, I went to the market to get myself a punta music CD. Punta is a type of Honduran music and dance, specifically Garifuna, an ethnic group who live in the North of Honduras, on the Caribbean Coast. Yo! come on move this!