Honduras: ...and back to San Pedro

I spent all day covered in a thick sheen of sweat. I even had to remove my shirt and pants in a hostel bathroom just to cool off. Now my bed is directly facing the world's strongest air conditioner, and I have goosebumps. I'd go outside if my bug repellent hadn't run out this morning, but alas, there is only so much space on my feet and ankles for mosquito kisses.

Today was for the most part relaxing. I spent the morning writing and researching in Omoa while the rest of the town shut down to watch Spain beat Honduras 2-0. A restaurant ownergave me a ride to the Puerto Cortés/Omoa junction, where I picked up an erratic bus to San Pedro Sula. After the bus zipped past the exit for my stop and dropped me off at the end of the route, the bus money taker boy tried to charge me 5 extra lempiras. I must've given him a great look, because he let it go and then pointed out the smaller combi I'd need to take to get to Las Galerías, the marvelous three-story mall by the hostel I first stayed at. That combi zipped around the ugly streets of San Pedro before arriving in my prettier (er, and wealthier) destination.

I opted for the shared 6-person dormitory, for obvious economic reasons. The room, however, consists of three double beds. A British couple is staying in one of them, and I'm just here to ruin any anticipated intimacy. If the hostel honestly expects me to share this bed with a stranger, then I will raid the cash box, get my lempiras back and sleep in the bathtub.

I wanted to cook dinner tonight, so I walked down to the Dilex grocery store. All plans for fresh produce and healthy ingredients were dashed when I saw mold-covered bananas and wrinkly, fly-covered bell peppers. One 30-cent package of pasta, a bag of sauce and a can of tuna later, I had me some tuna slop! Except the tuna tasted like the can it came it, so if my babies come out with 4 eyes, we'll know why.

I fear I must leave you now to venture back out to the Dilex. Girl needs her chocolate.