Thursday was labour day in Honduras, meaning most people had a day off, especially those in public and educational institutions. Many shops were open, but many are gringo corporations who don’t give a hoot about labour rights, so they had to work on normal pay. I must admit, it felt a little weird taking a day off in the middle of the week, then going back to work on Friday, then it being the weekend; not that im complaining mind. Like back in the UK, there were May Day protests, where they quite literally painted the town red, but with anti-golpista and pro-socialist slogans (one said Viva Lenin); all very revolutionary and romantic, but it also left the new unused tram stations coated in angry graffiti. It doesn’t look so great, not that it ever did or will. It looks like all the millions spent on the tram and the thousands of lost hours spent in traffic was for nothing; they’ve no money left (or it was pocketed). There is now a tramline with no rails or tram, but a long flat road (maybe the flattest in Honduras) which cars, ironically, aren’t able to use. There are lonely ticket machines and barriers just sitting there, begging to have people pass through them and have some worth in this world, but they’ll most probably be robbed, left to collect rust or be turned into something different altogether. They’re unsure what they’re going to do with the tram system at the moment, but in the meantime, it makes a great track for running on, and it’s probably better security wise than walking on the sidewalks, as there’s no hiding places for would-be robbers to grab you and strip you of your valuable belongings. Back to the protests though, we could hear the cries and shouts and screams and fireworks and fire-crackers and sirens in our apartment (the commotion was coming from the bottom of our street); not something you want to wake up to on your day off. I do have a lot of empathy for the Resistencia; Honduras needs change – but not when I need sleep! Very apathetic and inactive of me, I know! Instead I wrote an article for Birmingham Mail about Honduras’s World Cup hopes and Casa Alianza. Watch out for me some time this month, brummies. If I get any wind of the press date, be sure I’ll let you know.
In the afternoon, Pam’s family took me for a wonderful lunch, where I demolished a lovely little chicken dish marinaded in wine and honey, at in a small paradise-like resort called Club Quinta Pat, which is on the long winding road between Danli and Tegucigalpa (I think it’s the Pan American Highway). It’s quite impressive, jungle-like with trees growing avocados, mangos and oranges, and humming birds flitting around (and a shit load of mosquitos and midges sucking everything out of me; every night they’re waking me up with their buzzing, and sucking, making me scratch like a flea bitten dog ’til all hours. It’s the season for them. Nasty little bastards). There are nice clean swimming pools with slides, along with fountains and parrots and monkeys and modern rustic cabins too, high-tec and luxurious. All this is surrounded by the majestic hills/mountains of pine trees, not a million miles from where I climbed Uyuca three years ago with Danny Padgett and ended up off work for three days because of a million garapata and mosquito bites. Uyuca is the highest peak of the Francisco Morazan region, although just how tall I’m a little unsure. Unfortunately, some very not environmentally friendly people have been torching the beautiful pine forests that creep up this big old lady. For what reason, I don’t know. Anyway, back to the resort, I just thought I’d let you know about it, as I will probably return one day because it looks bloody brilliant.
While there, Pamela took some pictures of me for my ESPN. Check out these lovely mugshots.
Also while there, I noticed on Facebook that my brother is taking part in (at least I think he is) a charity event on the mean streets of a quaint Worcestershire village named Crowle. For a few men in this lovely haven, it will involve running 20 miles on 10th May (I think) doing all sorts of activities on the way to raise money for Balls to Cancer; a charity that raises awareness and conducts research about cancer for men. The aim is to raise £500. I’m putting a link here to the Justgiving website in case you want to donate some money. It’s a great cause and I’m sure it will be much appreciated.