This is a picture of Wilmer, our faithful and often wrongly burdened day watchman, cutting grass in front of our school cafeteria the old-fashioned way, with a dull machete. You do not often see mechanized lawn mowing devices in Honduras, and Wilmer's method, tried and tested over many centuries, can guarantee plenty of back pain, and ensures that globes of sweat will fall in rapid succession, landing atop the supple blades of grass like early morning dew.
