Tuesday, September 11, 2012
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Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Update for October......
Well it has been a while since i posted, I hope it is worth the wait.
I finally decided on what i would get for transportation. Thought about a car but it seems that you can not find a good used car here, and if you did get a car it is expensive to repair. So i got a Honda 125cc bike for $1200. I have seen familys of four riding on simular bikes. Also i have a neighber who delivers eggs on one... he will leave with a eggs piled about two feet high on the back and another foot and a half sitting on the gas tank in front of him. It is an all purpose bike.
This is our new friend "Ear's"
When he first started to come around he would stand at the entrance of our yard and bark, if you were to look at him he would run away, but if you ignored him he would come into the yard but not get near at all. Over the time of about 3 weeks and a little food we were good friends. But it was all in very small steps. At first he would only take food you would throw to him, then he would come closer and closer till you could hand him the food, still could not touch him. Then as you feed him you would cautiously touch his snout and again over time you could touch his head. Now about this time you could pat his sides or back but only if you used your foot. This gradually progressed to the point we are at now.
Our drunk little friend
One day i waved to this man walking his bike down the road. This all he needed to become our new best friend. He first came to me and was talking in barley a whisper and making some odd motions with his hands. He kept talking even though I told him that i could not understand him. He smelled of very strong body odor mixed with some sort of cheep alcohol of which he had a small bottle in his hip pocket. I think it was his best friend.
When i could satisfy him with what ever he wanted , he then went to Kris sitting across from me at the table on the porch. The same routine continued with Kris but Kris could not entertain him any longer so he went in to the house to get about a dollor and a half in american quarters. Kris gave these to him and he produced a very large grin on his face and waved goodbye.
Thought it was over till a few days later he was passing by again and did not even need me to wave at him this time. Same routine this time except i knew what he wanted. to make the story short i would not give him any money, so again he goes to Kris on the other side of the table near the front door. As he crouched down to talk to Kris he fell into the doorway he was so drunk. Kris left at this point so i went into the house and put some peanut peanutbutter on a cookie and gave it to him. He ate it but i get the feeling this is not what he wanted. I then said goodbye and went into the house as i told him to have a nice day. We really do pick up the strays..
Here are some of our other friends coming over for dinner.
The following are a few more photos that I hope you will enjoy. I will try to get back with you sooner next time.
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Sept. 12, 2011
Today Kris and I move in the house today. Yesterday we went Santa Rosa to buy furniture and appliances. We got sofa, love seat. Chair,dinning room table and chairs, stove ,refrigerator,washing machine,and two beds with box springs for $2600. All to go into a house that I pay $138 a month for rent.
They said it would be here in the morning but of course just like in the states this means nothing. I called about 11 o'clock and they said they had not left yet. So I figured I had some time to get some things in Gracias that I need for the house. They finally got here about 3:30. Now we have a house we can live in..... So we thought
I suppose you want to know why the Man vs Beast.... Well here it is.
Kris and I are sitting at the table and I decided to get something from the bedroom and as I move one of my suitcases a few thing scattered from underneath, about an inch and a quarter long and dark brown. I am thinking we have a Roach problem. Kris and I get the broom and try to get them out of the house... Didn't work. We start looking around and guess what, theres MORE. Kris and I now decide it may be time to get tough. So we call a taxi and hightail it into town to the supermercado to get some chemical warfare, we then return for the battle. We start to spray them as we see them when we move things. It seemed like we were winning at this point. Now its time to celebrate and watch a movie.
As we watch the movie we each keep glancing at the floor and the walls, all the time trying not to let the others see what you are doing. Then the little grin when we catch each other. Then we both see one, I think it is a scout. We hit it with the spray and praise each other for a job well done. Then again and yet again, at this point we think possible we did not win the war. We see that they are coming from the door jams. So we run for our chemical warfare and spray the door jams and any other place there is a opening to the wall. Now we are in trouble, they make an all out frontal attack with there little machetes, we are being backed into the corner and we think all is lost when our weapon kicks in and they start to die. We sweep them out of the house and now we high five each other with a bit of apprehension.
We now go back to our movie cautiously.
Now we find one every so often that crawls out looking a bit ill, we are wondering if we really want to sleep here tonight or not. I try to convince Kris it is not a problem now but he does not trust what I say.
We finally goto bed, I sleep well but Kris does not. It is now Tuesday and we will make our final attack with the nuclear bomb. We will get two bombs that penetrate the whole house and we will need to leave for about three hours as it works, then another hour to air the house out.
We will triumph !!!!!!
Now for a few photos
Corner store
My girl
Taxi race
Our house
seven eleven
MARKET
ART IN THE MARKET
IN A HURRY
COUNTING THE MONEY
HAVE A HEART
NO TIME TO LOOK
ALREADY HAS A HOBBY
WHY ARE YOU TAKING MY PHOTO
(DONALD) OH WELL
DONALDS WIFE FIXED DINNER FOR US
DONALDS WIFE AND BABY
DONALD
MEDICINAL
THE THINKER
CHURCH IN LA CAMPA
CHURCH IN LA CAMPA
CHURCH IN LA CAMPA
NO NEED TO WARE SHOES HERE
OLD SWEEPER
RESTAURENT AND OWNER
PLATE OF THE RESTAURENT
EVERYTHING GOES BETTER WITH COKE
STREET SHOT
REFLECTION
LOCAL BUS
CHURCH IN SANTA ROSA
DAY OF THE CHILD
DAY OF THE CHILD
DAY OF THE CHILD
LOCAL LADY
CHE REVERA IS STILL ALIVE
AND WE COMPLAIN ABOUT GOING TO THE STORE
Monday, September 12, 2011
It started off very good because the tourista only lasted 24 hours, now things are back to normal..
Went down for breakfast and met a gringo who lives in Honduras that knows some rather important people here. He gave me a number of a lawyer to call about my residency papers saying that he would not screw me over because I was a gringo. Things are coming together.
Kris and I decided to go to la Campa to visit our friend Donald. Were going to be cheep today and take the chicken bus there. A dollar as opposed to $15 by taxi.
We got to the bus station and we were early so we hung around the market for a while rather than getting on a hot bus. Got on the bus just before time to leave and we were lucky to get a seat by that time. We were to leave in a short time when Kris pointed out to me that there was a fight going on outside the bus. Two skinny little guys in there late twenties one with a backpack. Not Shure what they were fighting about but it was obvious they were in disagreement about something. Many swings a few hits and some blood from knuckles and facial wounds, looked like more than there actually was. At one point one of them had there finger hooked in the others mouth and was pulling for all he was worth. Thought it might rip , but did not. Neither one of them was a good fighter as Kris pointed out. The onlookers as well as the police just watched the action as though it were a chicken fight. Did not see any betting though. From the bus it was quite an event even though they are probably see this often. Kris and I were on the side of the bus that the fight was happening as well as the the otherside of the bus, thought the bus was going to fall on its side. One man in the bus did not have a good view so he slid along the top of the seatback to get to the window. Not sure what ended the fight but it was now over. The show was over so the bus can leave now. As we left though one of the men that had been in the fight tried to hop a ride on the ladder on the back of the bus, we had to stop again now to remove him with a stern scolding from the drivers assistant.
Now we are on the way finally. Now for some fun. The man sitting next to me was a small man in a yellow long sleeve shirt which was a little dirty, with a grey backpack and a bottle of coke. As he started to talk with me I realized by his breath that eh was drunk or he was drinking kerosine. Thought I was going get a hangover just by listening to him.. He was a talker. I think he was saying that his wife was in the hospital and he was going home to get some money or maybe he wanted money from me? He kept rubbing his thumb and his first two fingers together indicating money. We went along on this subject for a while then he changed the conversation ( I use the word conversation loosely ) To the esatios unidos , the united states. Every so often during the conversation he would unscrew the top of his coke bottle to take a drink. After each time he would do this the smell of something highly flammable would become much more prominent. I do not think what he had in the bottle was simply coke???
Well during the conversation I kept telling hi I did not know not know enough Spanish to converse with him well. But he kept going. So I figured I would do the same, he spoke in Spanish and I in English. We each kept this up for the rest of the trip without interruption.
We finally arrived at out destination and as I got off the bus with Kris so did another. As I looked back to wave at my new friend on the bus the man who got off with us was relieving himself on the side of the bus. Only here in Honduras.
From the Gringo
Went down for breakfast and met a gringo who lives in Honduras that knows some rather important people here. He gave me a number of a lawyer to call about my residency papers saying that he would not screw me over because I was a gringo. Things are coming together.
Kris and I decided to go to la Campa to visit our friend Donald. Were going to be cheep today and take the chicken bus there. A dollar as opposed to $15 by taxi.
We got to the bus station and we were early so we hung around the market for a while rather than getting on a hot bus. Got on the bus just before time to leave and we were lucky to get a seat by that time. We were to leave in a short time when Kris pointed out to me that there was a fight going on outside the bus. Two skinny little guys in there late twenties one with a backpack. Not Shure what they were fighting about but it was obvious they were in disagreement about something. Many swings a few hits and some blood from knuckles and facial wounds, looked like more than there actually was. At one point one of them had there finger hooked in the others mouth and was pulling for all he was worth. Thought it might rip , but did not. Neither one of them was a good fighter as Kris pointed out. The onlookers as well as the police just watched the action as though it were a chicken fight. Did not see any betting though. From the bus it was quite an event even though they are probably see this often. Kris and I were on the side of the bus that the fight was happening as well as the the otherside of the bus, thought the bus was going to fall on its side. One man in the bus did not have a good view so he slid along the top of the seatback to get to the window. Not sure what ended the fight but it was now over. The show was over so the bus can leave now. As we left though one of the men that had been in the fight tried to hop a ride on the ladder on the back of the bus, we had to stop again now to remove him with a stern scolding from the drivers assistant.
Now we are on the way finally. Now for some fun. The man sitting next to me was a small man in a yellow long sleeve shirt which was a little dirty, with a grey backpack and a bottle of coke. As he started to talk with me I realized by his breath that eh was drunk or he was drinking kerosine. Thought I was going get a hangover just by listening to him.. He was a talker. I think he was saying that his wife was in the hospital and he was going home to get some money or maybe he wanted money from me? He kept rubbing his thumb and his first two fingers together indicating money. We went along on this subject for a while then he changed the conversation ( I use the word conversation loosely ) To the esatios unidos , the united states. Every so often during the conversation he would unscrew the top of his coke bottle to take a drink. After each time he would do this the smell of something highly flammable would become much more prominent. I do not think what he had in the bottle was simply coke???
Well during the conversation I kept telling hi I did not know not know enough Spanish to converse with him well. But he kept going. So I figured I would do the same, he spoke in Spanish and I in English. We each kept this up for the rest of the trip without interruption.
We finally arrived at out destination and as I got off the bus with Kris so did another. As I looked back to wave at my new friend on the bus the man who got off with us was relieving himself on the side of the bus. Only here in Honduras.
From the Gringo
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