Tegulcigalpa, Honduras
Still in the capital city. Hanging with a couple of new friends. A guy from Canada and a guy from France. This morning we took a chicken bus out to see another pueblo, Valley of the Angels. It was mostly cheesy tourist shops, but the ride out was very pretty. Besides nothing gets the blood pumping like an older beater school bus passing another beater school bus on a curve. We had a snack at what at first appeared to be a small restaurant, but upon closer inspection it was the living room of a private house, with a few extra tables put out.
I´m told that Honduras means land of the waves. It refers to the mountains and there are lots of them. Not giant mountains, mind you...but many, many small ones.
Walking to the bus the this morning we passed the American embassey. The line outside the door was very, very long. People were waiting to just schedule an interview to possibly apply for a work visa. On the way back, I saw two men get off a chicken bus. The older of the two men was crippled and getting a piggy back ride from the younger man. Jesus! There for the grace of God.... Folks, say thanks today for being blessed to have born where we were.
My new amigos and I found a supermarcado. My eyes misted at the immense selection. I bought real, hard, cheese...and crackers...Carrs Water Crackers!!! And soap, I found my Dove soap and baby wipes....clean is a relative term here in Latin America. I´m a very happy girl today. We feasted on cheese and crackers for lunch. I bought a bottle of nice Chilean merlot and I made the French guy talk to us with his accent so I could swoon.
Tomorrow we´ll make the border crossing together into Nicaragua. The hostel I´m staying at is run by an America ex-pat and his Honduran wife. Nice folks. Water is a very limited resouce here in Tegus (Tegulcigulpa) I took a very brief freezing cold shower this morning. I supose not heating the water is one way to cut down on long showers. We were laughing today saying that a hot bath will be one of the first things we have when we get back.
That's it for now...love to you all.
I´m told that Honduras means land of the waves. It refers to the mountains and there are lots of them. Not giant mountains, mind you...but many, many small ones.
Walking to the bus the this morning we passed the American embassey. The line outside the door was very, very long. People were waiting to just schedule an interview to possibly apply for a work visa. On the way back, I saw two men get off a chicken bus. The older of the two men was crippled and getting a piggy back ride from the younger man. Jesus! There for the grace of God.... Folks, say thanks today for being blessed to have born where we were.
My new amigos and I found a supermarcado. My eyes misted at the immense selection. I bought real, hard, cheese...and crackers...Carrs Water Crackers!!! And soap, I found my Dove soap and baby wipes....clean is a relative term here in Latin America. I´m a very happy girl today. We feasted on cheese and crackers for lunch. I bought a bottle of nice Chilean merlot and I made the French guy talk to us with his accent so I could swoon.
Tomorrow we´ll make the border crossing together into Nicaragua. The hostel I´m staying at is run by an America ex-pat and his Honduran wife. Nice folks. Water is a very limited resouce here in Tegus (Tegulcigulpa) I took a very brief freezing cold shower this morning. I supose not heating the water is one way to cut down on long showers. We were laughing today saying that a hot bath will be one of the first things we have when we get back.
That's it for now...love to you all.

2 Comments:
wow - you have migrated to dirty hippie status!!!
sweet!!
I will make sure to have some really nice bath salts and stuff speically crafted to remove the travel stank, waiting for you when you get home!!
Miss ya - Sal
Amy Amy Amy
I am so loving your Blog journal..SOOOO glad you did this.
You are truly amazing.
I love that you can do photos now..so SEND MORE...
I think I can speak for Barb too when I say WE MISS YOU....
I'm at work but I will write more later....
keep writing....You make us all feel like we are there...
I think you should write a travel book when you come back...
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