Hotel and Casino Excelsior Tegucigalpa

... and then running away just to repeat the exercise a few seconds later. We then returned to eat our feast dodging children and fire crackers and other hazards.<br><br>Photos of Utila are again already posted on Facebook so please use this link to see them... http://www.facebook.com/album.phpaid=12 1275&amp;id=536447282&amp;l=772425fdb0< br><br>That night we went to Treetantic and met up with others and then onto Cocos where I danced the night away until ...

... to a frequent stop. <br><br>The ride downtown took us through the Camagüela area again and this place is just PACKED with market stalls that flow right into the narrow streets. I could actually have reached out the car window and touched these tables heaped so high and generously with cheap plastic **** direct from some Chinese sweatshop. And pedestrians even managed to wedge themselves into the foot or two between the cars and tables. Things were moving ...

... SO tired by the end of the game! I´m quite out of shape BUT I did score two goals!<br><br>Today we worked with Dudley´s group again but this time we went to the Dump and to Mogote. At the dump it wasn´t what I expected. I expected it to be a lot like when we went to the stadium but here they were a lot more calm. Probably because they weren´t all high on glue. While we were there we spent some time socializing and fed them ...

... also a strict dress code of no shorts and strappy tops. Once on board it was much nicer than the Mexican ADO buses as we were offered food and drink whilst watching films along with the freezing air conditioning. After nearly 13 hours traveling we arrived to the Honduran capital of Tegucigalpa. Dropping off our bags ...

... The cab took me straight to Honduras Maya Hotel, it is quite nice just outside of city center. That is where I met up with Lily. It turns out that she had our afternoon planned out. Her friends Paola and Bessie (local PM&amp;R residents) were going to take us to Valle De Angeles and Santa Lucia. Santa Lucia. On the way up the mountains we stopped at a produce/fruit stand. The ladies were selling roasted corn on the ...

... an excuse that it was a big plate and I was full. Back at the airport the lady who refered me there asked me how I liked it: ¨"Fantastico!". Hey I didn´t want to hurt any feelings within my first hour of being in the country. I took a taxi down to the center of the city just to get more of a feel for things. The poverty was more evident then or perhaps more so the large gap between the very few rich and the many poor. But I have to admit it wasn´t ...

... laughing at the random silliness of the whole situation, which made him laugh too. By the time we arrived at my hotel we were great friends and he insisted on shaking my hand before he left me. I found a nice hotel and had another early night, still shattered from my 4 a.m. start the day before. Today has been lovely - I was going to head straight to Nicaragua but the sun shone here (have seen nothing but rain for a week) and by the time'd ...

... both ends" sickness all night long. In the midst of this disaster his mom made me chamomile tea. Chamomile is used here as an herbal remedy to make people throw up, which it worked like a charm, even though I was throwing up anyway. I woke up several times during the night but I finally slept in and I feel much better now. The sink is still broken and no one works on Sundays.

... of the bus stop, and also killed some time watching the football and chatting to two Brazilian women who were sharing my fate. I'm sure anyone who is reading this can share my anguish, then, when they hear that we were told at about 14:55 that there would be no departures at all that day. It turns out that the few coaches that had already attempted to cross the picket line were lynched by the striking masses, and the entire highway had now been shut off. I had no option but to ...

... not a good one. The weather improved on Saturday and was able to explore the city a it. It sprawls over several hills, but can in no way be called beautiful. It is yet another scuzzy, rough Latin city with ugly squares, statues and monuments. And churches, always the churches. I did, however, like some of the modern Honduran art at the National Art Gallery, and I was able to get into "Casa Maria," a highly popular restaurant with the upper ...