Omoa – Part Three

Dear readers,

Well, the last time I wrote about this trip, we were leaving Tegucigalpa with a car of booze, a few hours later than anticipated. 8 or 9pm if I remember right. I had a can of Four Loco (cherry flavour I think) in my hand which was going against recent diet plan: to cut down on caffine and very sugary substances to enable me to sleep better. One can has the same strength as three beers, so they say. But we had a nice mixture of tunes and tipsy banter buzzing around the car and I was chilling in yonder after a long day’s work, balancing my can and eating chilli peanuts while everyone got steadily and merrily drunk, as towns, villages, cities, farmyards, petrol stations and the vast haunting mountain and valley landscapes whizzed by in the tranquil darkness and pleasurable twilight breeze, with just random dots of light and the moonlight beam to give us a scattered glimpse of what it looked like on the other of the window.

I was looking out for road signs to get an idea of where we were in relation to how long it would take. I saw that we were drawing near Siguatepeque, which pretty much sits pretty much in between San Pedro Sula and Tegucigalpa in the mountains and is usually used as a resting place. It’s history goes right back to colonial times when it was used as a kind of religious retreat/training. There are also indigenous Lenca tribes from there, as well as Mexican Nahuatl immigrants. I’ve only stopped by once to go to a supermarket. I can’t remember if it had much of a personality or not. I know many people from there but end up moving away. I know that on the roads nearby this little city that you can buy honey. I’ve been told that they put all sorts of chemicals in it and I shouldn’t touch. It couldn’t be worse than a Four Loco. Anyway, it was here that Jano’s car clunked out. We were in a kind of drunken/tired stupor but the predicament helped sober us up quickly, as did the night mountain chill as it was 10/11pm. Fabricio did what he could thinking it was the battery, but we had no jump leads. We called mechanics and super Erick went off looking for mechanics in Siguatepeque late on Friday. I didn’t want to say it, but I wasn’t holding out too much hope.
An hour passed with random conversations, when a guy pulled up and did something to allow us 10 minutes of power to get to a garage and hostal. The garage was closed and the hostal looked like a great setting for a horror movie.

While we were there, a taxi pulled up and two guys in their 20s got out, then two girls from the back. The guys looked like geezers from Essex (don’t ask me why) and the girls looked no older than 16, and it all seemed a bit dodgy, especially when they started asking us if we wanted to buy cocaine. They were friendly enough to be fair, but I was tired and feeling antisocial so I retired to super Erick’s Land Rover and began fascinating conversations such as, “This car may well have been manufactured in Solihull,” which got me a few strange looks. I forgot that no one was from my neck of the woods, nor gave much of a s–t either. Fatigue, frustration and Four Loco; I blame it on that.

After what felt like a long while, a pick up truck came to take the car to San Pedro Sula. I slept pretty much all the way there. Jano had called his friend Cinthya who lived in an area that I have forgotten the name of, and was brilliant and generous and crazy enough to let thirteen or so complete random tired and drunken strangers crash in her cosy one bedroom studio apartment at stupid o’clock in the morning. I slept with  contacts in my eyes and on a lumpy towel, no fault or blame on anyone, but suffice to say, my mood could only be described as bitchy the next day. We went to sleep not knowing what was wrong with the car, and left with only the dream of being on the golden sands of Omoa. It was all good fun though!

To change the subject completely, I saw Her yesterday and I loved it. Joaquin Phoenix is an actor that I like a lot. I also enjoyed the script and the originality of the plot, though I can see why that some might not like it, mainly because it’s a love story between a man and an operating system (as stated, I liked its originality, and I liked the way the lead character was written. Pamela’s mother thought quite the opposite, “what kind of pendejo falls in love with his computer?!”) One thing Pam and I both liked was the soundtrack. So I’m adding it here. Score by Arcade Fire. It’s chilled, mysterious, sensuous and slightly Brian Eno’ish. Enjoy.

Her – Score by Arcade Fire

To be continued ….


About Nicholas Rogers

I am an English journalist/copywriter living in Tegucigalpa, Honduras, and I have been here since 2011. I originally came to work with Casa Alianza, which supports street kids and vulnerable youths. I then stayed on, after meeting Pamela Cruz Lozano, who calls me her adopted Catracho. I work freelance journalism and I have my own translation business. Why did I come here? For the challenge, to open my mind and get out of my comfort zone. I love literature and I've written a book with street kids. I write novels, short stories and poetry, all of which you will find on this blog, as well as a lot of information about Honduras. View all posts by Nicholas Rogers

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