Where it all began

Dear L N,
Well I've been holidaying here in the Honduras countryside and learning about their culture, society and history. I gotta tell you some of it is absolutely fascinating.
For instance, in the Western regions there are still cave dwelling groups of people who apparently in the past were a very fierce bunch. These people can easily be identified by the streaks of what appears to be blond hair on their heads of very dark hair. From what I have read the streaking comes about in the rainy season when rain water percolates down through the earth passing through natural deposits of peroxide then drips on the heads of these cave dwellers while they innocently carry on their day to day business but causes the bleaching. Historically these people due to their fierceness commanded such respect that other people have taken to cutting locks of their own hair and by whatever means dyeing or bleaching it then re-attaching it in their hair to give the impression they themselves are of this cave dwelling group called the Landcombs.
I've seen for myself the respect given these people be they authentic Landcombs or not (it is very hard to tell). On one occasion when a very popular band was playing in a bar here I saw two Landcombs approach a stage side table and the four seated at the table without a word got up and surrendered the table to the two without question!
Something I really wish you could witness is the ice cream carts. They don't have bells like we are used to. They have stereo speakers playing music, but get this it is always, always that old Iron Butterfly hit In Godda Da Vida. I gotta wonder if an old band member doesn't own the franchise.
There really is too much to tell you about in a letter so I'll call you and we can get together over a bottle of single malt when I get back.

Till then,
Roxella