Well since we last wrote we travelled down to Trujillo, a place we visited when Seth was a baby. Seth was very travel sick on the way down, and sadly didn’t aim it out the window, and had to sit next to regurgitated melon for a couple of hours. We stayed in the same hotel which had a nice pool but looked very run down and spooky we were the only ones there! The kids were delighted to find a tarantula and rescued it from the pool. It took a few strikes at Seth but missed thankfully! The owner of the hotel had a stroke a while back and is desperate to sell it as all his family are in the states, felt really sorry for him, trapped by the recession. He kept asking us to buy it. They think every white man has money, and dropped the price to about half a million dollars. Seth asked us to buy it for him….the entrepreneur wanna be!!Not quite like buying him a bike. I don’t think the guy realised we really didn’t have the money.Hey but if any one reading this wants it, go for it, great potential and loads of land. I did tell him I would tell my rich friends!!
There were lots of Iguanas there and Seth in chasing one fell off a wall, or rather a rotten wooden post collapsed and he fell barefooted in a load of jungly brambles. I heard the scream then he appeared with blood dripping down his arm and leg which he had scraped quite badly. He was smiling even though he looked like someone had beaten him up! He thought all the blood was cool…It’s a boy thing!
We met a lovely lady in Trujillo who introduced us to her family I ended up with a gorgeous 3 month baby boy sleeping in my arms he was gorgeous.Didnt want to give him back. We visited a museum which was run down and closed. We also visited some hot springs which were great. It was touted as a resort with a spa. Again we were the only ones there, and they didn’t even have a drink for visitors in the fridge. Again the guy said no one is travelling and business is very bad. Though we had boiling hot springs all to ourselves it was lovely. All in all Trujillo felt more run down and neglected since we last there which is sad, as it’s a very beautiful place. The kids and Hamish walked up the mountain behind the hotel. Very tropical and dense, they enjoyed exploring. On our last night we had a terrific storm wind and rain so bad I thought we were in for another hurricane we got soaked .We then had to catch a 4am bus in this storm in pitch black, but it wasn’t too far. The bus crawled along unpaved dirt roads in driving rain for the first 7 hours. We averaged a speed of 20 miles an hour. To make matters even worse a guy brought his three huge sacks of fish freshly caught and was going to Tegucigalpa with us. The smell was awful and everyone who got on the bus said,pescado(fish)!It was like cod liver oil. The bus was so crowded there were 5 on a seat made for two and the whole centre isle was people crushed together standing. And still the bus would stop for more. It just makes me laugh. Our bottoms were numb. The next 6 hours were on faster roads which made us feel as though we were going to arrive after all.
There was a bit of excitement later on. One of the bus helpers lost his wallet which had about 35 pounds in. which is a good couple of week’s wages. He looked everywhere to find it. Then there was a rumpus as he marched a man off the bus and started searching him, I thought we were all going to get the same treatment, but no, he obviously suspected this man of robbing it. It all got a bit heated and the guy said he couldn’t check down his trousers and pulled out a police badge (or a fake one not sure).Another guy piped up that he had a machete on the bus. He told the guy he wasn’t going any further on this bus so he tried to get a taxi, with the victim in hot pursuit. No taxi would take him and he wandered off down the road. Everyone on the bus was now gawping to one side of the bus like a soap opera in slow motion seeing how it would all pan out. The guy who had lost is wallet then grabbed a passing pickup truck and rallied some help together and went after him. A couple of minutes later they drove back triumphantly with wallet in hand. He got back on the bus and told us all that one of the men had a gun and they had threatened to shoot him if he didn’t return it. He had hidden it in his pants! Everyone was pleased that justice had been done it was like a feel good movies happy ending!!He was beaming!!This whole incident lasted just over 30 mins and the bus driver helped him, it just wouldn’t happen in England but glad they all stuck together and got the thief (not that I’m condoning gun crime..As far as we know no one was hurt.)Our kids were very impressed and it led o a very interesting discussion of our justice system.
We got to Teguc. It always amazes me how the houses and shanty towns seem to cling to every hill, it’s a busy, filthy, terribly poor and filthy rich kind of place. You never feel completely safe but I love it, and hate it all at the same time. I never get used to seeing little children with hardly any clothes in the streets begging for money with a pimp watching nearby. There was a boy no older than 14, with eyes rolled into the back of his head, firebreathing by pouring petrol down his throat and setting fire as he blew out. This apparently is entertainment; he then holds his hands out to all the passing cars for money. He has no shoes and obviously lives on the streets. It’s a massive problem here, and very difficult to help them. There are lots of people trying thankfully. We spent the last night in a lovely hotel and travelled up to valle de Angeles again. Its great to be back. Hamish informed me we only had a couple of weeks left. I was so shocked thinking we had more time, it has gone so quickly. Next week we are going to help in a school and community high in the mountains. Tell you about it soon. All our love The Macdonalds.