So it’s been a while…probably about two weeks since I’ve had access to the internet. But now I’m here and ready to catch yall up on the past weeks. Going back to Utila which was when my last blog was posted.
about a 30 minute walk from the hotel in Utila.
only these came from walking at night and are often called bugbites. This is why I have to take malaria medicine I suppose. We were all scratching so bad that me and Kate made a bet that whoever scratched first (from the waist down) had to buy the other dinner. Well we all know how cheap I am…and stubborn. We lasted about 2 days before we called a truce.
After Utila we took a few buses to Copan which is my favorite spot in Honduras. It is the perfect mix of tradition and tourist stuff. We got to visit a bird sanctuary. I was a little disappointed because I thought the birds would be flying around but instead they were in cages. But it turned out to be really awesome because at one point of the tour, they had birds you could hold. I’m talking parrots not just parakeets.
We also went to the Mayan Ruins. It was pretty amazing. Our tourguide used a stick with a feather on the end as a pointer. It was pretty hilar.
Anne and I took advantage of having a little fun where some people were probably sacrificed a few centuries earlier…
Tim, Emma, myself, and Kate played along with Tristan
who called it an early night before we took the picture.
My horse’s name was chicaloca (crazygirl) and crazy she was. She kept stopping to try and eat. She was a road hog too. She wouldn’t let any other horses pass her even though she was old. If a horse tried to get in front of her she would speed up. She also bit at another girl’s horse when it tried to pass. I got stuck with her coming back down too. She made the trip interesting though.
Me on chicaloca
One day, the church had a game day for the community and of course there was soccer. Gringos versus the locals who made up about 4 teams. I was taking pictures but we lost all of them and were supposed to play the girls so it would be more even. I played in that game because they needed a more agressive girl. Or at least a more competitive girl. I scored while playing in my chacos. Oh yeah! We were tied 5-5 and had to have pks to decide the game. I scored another goal so I scored two goals that day when I usally never score. There must be something in the water here… But we won by one in the shootout.
I then made my way back to Tegus to take pictures for World Hope. I had a lot of interesting experiences there. But Casa Hogar is where I stay and is a lot nicer than I expected.
This is the view at night which is georgous
The kids go to bed after dinner which is at 5ish. So we have a lot of time in the guesthouse. We usually eat a snack. Kate is alergic to red 40 so I picked out all the red fruitloops so she could have a snack.
We sweep every morning and this is what it looks like. It’s mainly from bugs.
And by huge I mean HUGE
This is a butterfly or mariposa
The pictures fail miserably at showing how beautiful it is.
It was still pretty. They wanted us to swim but it was too cold.
It’s winter here but in the summer, everyone apparantly swims here.
Rule of Thumb:
If the locals don’t eat it and say it’s hot
then you shouldn’t either.
Oh there was also a plane crash at the airport. The plane was landing when a local downpour started and the plane couldn’t stop in time. This is the second most dangerous airport to fly into in the world because there is no room for error when landing. I got to see Honduran journalism at work. They don’t block off the area like in the states. They taped and photographed everything. People were coming out all bloody and they showed one man receiving cpr. It was crazy. 5 people died including the co pilot and the president of the national bank and some people in cars. They are no longer letting the big planes fly in so I am going to have to leave from another airpot. So now I’ll be finding my way around 2 airports instead of one where no one speaks english. Just one more way for me to work on trusting God!!