After we drove back from the self esteem seminar yesterday, I was informed that I was going to be driving the 15 passenger van back to the office the next morning.
This morning I woke up ready for the challenge. As I got into the car, and onto the road, I realized that the streets are where Hondurans make up for the way that they live the rest of their lives.
While most of the Honduran day is spent waiting around, slowly getting things done, and generally not being in a rush to do much of anything, this is apparently remedied somehow by speeding recklessly through invisible lane lines, and swerving around curves to be the closest to the intersection lacking the stoplight.
The hills, twists a
nd turns that have resulted from poor city planning only add to the incredible experience that is driving in Tegucigalpa. Here is a map of Tegucigalpa compared to a map of San Pedro Sula.
I made it to the office without a heart attack, and after a few hours of work, was asked to drive La Batalla to a store to drop off some electronic equipment. After lunch, I spent my afternoon driving around the city with Marisela. I wouldn't have had to drive all over the city if directions were properly given, but who's keeping track of those sort of things?
Fortunately, I was able to make it back to my apartment a little bit early and enjoy some reading out on my balcony with some nice sunlight. I do miss the changing seasons, but I am nice and tan these days.
I just caught up on your last few posts and keep finding myself thinking over and over again how it's much better you're there than me. I don't have as much patience as you do.
ReplyDeleteStay safe and enjoy the time you have to cook and read :)