Off the cuff

So, first let me say that I am writing this at the internet cafe instead of at home, and this keyboard is very sticky, so please excuse typing errors because going back and correcting everything has already become tedious.

Last weekend I took a minivacation. M sitemate, S, and I went to the south of Honduras. Now, for us, it is easier to travel through Nicaragua, than to go through Tegucigalpa. We managed to get permission from Peace Corps to do this (normally we would have to apply for vacation in advance ) but this time we did it. IT was a great trip.

Before even getting on the first bus it was a good trip. We go to our bus terminal and there is some gatorade promotion going on and the first thing the guy says after we walk over there to see what was going on was ¨la chica mas bonita que he visto en verde¨which translates to the most beautiful girl i have ever seen in green, i was wearing green that day. Then we heard the vocal styling of a few bolos in town. bolos are drunks that really can´t even have a productive life they drink so much.

we finally get going and it takes forever to pass the first border, we were stopped and had to present passports 4 times, no joking. now, once we passed the border i was travelling further south than i had ever been in my life. Nicaragua by the way surprised me because just looking at the infrastructure, the development of roads and towns and bus terminals, etc, you would think it was a richer country but the people are actually poorer than hondurans.

THe greatest part about going is that neither S nor I looked up how to get where we were going. So, we had to ask the border agent how to get there. he looked at me like ÿou are going to get so lost¨while I was repeating hte names of the towns where we had to change buses. We got stuck in town 2 for 2 hours because the bus didn´t leave in a convenient time frame. We finally mak it to border number 2 - crossing back into honduras- and find a friend there, so her family gave us a ride into town. that was nice, because we had already been on four buses and there wasn´t a bus waiting.

The town was amazing, lots of money there. now my town is pretty nice, but pales in comparison. the fair was going on, we we walked around after getting to the house to put our stuff down. there were stands of food, games, carnival rides... a fair. That night was a big old dance. they close off the center of town and put up bands and djs all over the place. luckily our friend lives in the closed off zone, so we got in there before they closed everything and thus didn´t have to pay to enter. we danced until like 2:30am. good times!

I will say this though, the guys there are not as brave as the guys here. We were dancing for a long time there without anyone asking to dance with us. This would NEVER happen in my town, here you literally have to shove them off you.

Now, I must have written about piropos or cat calls at one point or another. Now, one thing about cat calls, well the appropriate ones anyway, they feed your selfesteem. When we went dancing in that other town and no one wanted to dance with us, it was kind of a blow to the ego. We have decided that 1:those guys aren´t as brave as the onse around here and 2: they didn´t want to break into a group of 4 women. note: that would not deter anyone in my town, they come into groups of 8.

Yeah, i am not feeling all that descriptive today. for anyone who wants it, my number changed to 9525-5525.

Take care

Jill