2004-03-16 | 6:53 p.m.

Predictably, the beaches here belong to white, wealthy tourists, while the natives are shoved to less attractive hovels nearby. Today I rode a horse around a poorer part of Honduras, where rotting wooden shacks were falling over and people sat on porches fanning themselves. In the distance was the strangest juxtaposition: an enormously ostentatious cruise ship, complete with its own helicopter. Everything was as normal, despite the fact that this ship was literally casting a mammoth shadow over everything. I tried to catch a picture of it below. I love south america and its culture and its environment, but sometimes I feel like the best thing that I can do for it is just to stay the hell away from it.

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