Weekends seem to last a long time in Honduras. When you wake up at 6 or 7 am, the days seem to last forever and there is not that much to do. Both of my Honduran host families spend their weekends cleaning the house and cooking and not much else. Americans on the other hand are used to constant stimulation, always having something to do, something to get done or somebody to see. It is quite an adjustment, so the volunteers try to find some type of entertainment on the weekends. Lucky for us there was a cock fight going on. So we went to get a taste of culture.
Weighing the chickens. Apparently they compete in different weight classes.
People come from all over with the chickens to compete. These are waiting to fight.
Putting on the blade.
Getting them mad. Before they start to fight they will hold their own chicken and let another chicken who is not competing start to peck at it to get it ready to fight. Notice the guy in the white t-shirt, a cock fighting competition t-shirt, apparently they travel all over.
The fight was a lot more aggressive then I expected, this picture doesn't do it justice.
This is by far the oddest part of the entire experience. As the birds fight and get injured the owner intervene and pick up the chickens to help them out (think about a boxer being coached in his corner between rounds). Well, the owner peps his chicken up by brushing its feathers, sucking blood out of its mouth and licking and kissing its wounds. From what I understand this is done to help the chicken and out of affection for the chicken, apparently the owners develope strong feelings for their chickens.
The loser.
The audience. All ages of men come to enjoy the entertainment and the betting. The volunteers were the only females present. It was actually a nice change of pace because the men were so interested in the fighting and betting they didn't pay us much attention.
Weighing the chickens. Apparently they compete in different weight classes.
People come from all over with the chickens to compete. These are waiting to fight.
Putting on the blade.
Getting them mad. Before they start to fight they will hold their own chicken and let another chicken who is not competing start to peck at it to get it ready to fight. Notice the guy in the white t-shirt, a cock fighting competition t-shirt, apparently they travel all over.
The fight was a lot more aggressive then I expected, this picture doesn't do it justice.
This is by far the oddest part of the entire experience. As the birds fight and get injured the owner intervene and pick up the chickens to help them out (think about a boxer being coached in his corner between rounds). Well, the owner peps his chicken up by brushing its feathers, sucking blood out of its mouth and licking and kissing its wounds. From what I understand this is done to help the chicken and out of affection for the chicken, apparently the owners develope strong feelings for their chickens.
The loser.
The audience. All ages of men come to enjoy the entertainment and the betting. The volunteers were the only females present. It was actually a nice change of pace because the men were so interested in the fighting and betting they didn't pay us much attention.
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