well...
no malaria.
39587234905730 mosquito bites.
a severe aversion to any sort of bean.
about to embark on the second part of my trip.
the jungle was just as i left it, except -- if possible--greener and way more lush than i remembered.
damn, it´s hot there. i´m not talkin texas hot, i´m talkin always sweaty always thirsty hot.
the kind of hot that makes you wonder how those soldiers do it...6 days with only a canteen of water. dude. i would so be crying for the kool aide guy. make out with the next american soldier you see. i´m gonna.
with the heat and mother ing mosquitos aside, honduras has some beautiful countryside. not sound of music beautiful, but mosquito coast beautiful...no coincidence that the place i was in is called la mosquitia...or that the people are miskito indians...ironically, the bugs are called sancuros, not mosquitos. anyway, at night the sky is like a velvet elvis painting...black night with diamonds in the sky...there´s no light pollution, and the stars light up the darkness enough so that you can see silhouettes of the fronds from the coconut trees. the frogs are trying to get laid, and you can hear those buggers singing all night long. they have lightning bugs (in miskito''tilam) and the loras fly in pairs, and take off screaming at about 4 every morning...roosters crow at dawn, and the whole fam damily is up and about by 630.
i´m in love with every single poor, dirty, starving little kid. hell. they all have malaria now, and if i don´t replace my chloroquine supply, i will too. i hauled nearly 200 pounds of stuff to them, and it seems to have not even scratched the surface. i´m about to begin a begathon, sort of like pbs, so that maybe i can haul 200 more pounds at christmastime...i may just go to mexico at christmastime, who knows...we´ll see.
i was sad to flyaway this morning. not sad, however, to be sitting in an airconditioned room for the first time in almost 3 weeks.
i spent some serious time at the mall this afternoon. tomorrow i´m off to nicaragua to see my rich uncle. i have nothing but hobo clothes to prance around managua in. no problem, you say?
lets talk about the average size of honduranian women, shall we? uh...suffice to say, i had an extremely difficult time finding enough cloth in one piece of clothing to cover my elbow, let alone those other parts. so i don´t get to meet the president of nicaragua this time around...a ver. es mi vida..?no?
i´m gonna setttle in and drink a cerveza or two while i watch the all star game (claro. en espanol)
hasta la vista baby
nos vemos
