Do they sell dirt in Honduras?

Ok, so, this is my first blog post. Let's see how this goes.

A couple interesting things have happened lately. Last night we went to Expatriates Bar with Erika's boss and her husband. I saw something that my dad would have thought hilarious. There was an old lady - like really old, retired old- that walked into the bar with her husband. But she wasn't just with her husband, she brought her pet parrot on her shoulder. Not only that, it was leashed to her so that it couldn't escape and when she sat down she placed a newspaper on the floor next to her for the parrot to do its business. Can't wait to see more eccentrics such as her.

When you walk past any store, bank or business that has many customers and therefore much cash on the premises it is common to see security guards stationed out front. Their weapon of choice seems to be an automatic shotgun - but most have a sidearm as well. Saw one with an AK-47 assault rifle. They are generally nice guys and we have made friends with one that we pass by everyday to walk downtown. His name is Malo and he speaks pretty good english. Just to show how light-hearted these guys usually are... Erika and I had stopped to take a picture of a neat building and we notice this sketching looking fellow walking towards a pair of guards in front of a bank. He had both is hands up near his face and was walking almost stealthily towards the guards. When he got near them he took down his hands, with both he formed the shape of a gun, and shot at them! "Bang Bang!" Then he ran passed them, "hand-guns" raised, towards Erika and I. Erika was spared but I got the final bullet as the mystery bandito took off down the street laughing manically. The guards both just laughed and when they saw the look on our faces - I actually thought we were being attacked - they made the universal "that guy is crazy" gesture.

We also went to the beach today. It isn't the best beach and were disappointed to find little in terms of restaurants or shops around the beach area.

After walking around all afternoon it was time to take it easy and stop sweating for awhile back at our casa. While I was out on the porch, smoking a cigar and reading, I noticed a battle of epic proportions taking place on a small branch. To small lizards, using everything they had -mainly biting and clawing - where locked in a feirsome battle. What was their trophy I wonder? A girl? Money? The upper half of the branch? It may never be known.



One more thing. Erika and I keep seeing people selling remote controls on the street. No electronics, no tvs, no dvd players - just remotes. And at dinner I was wondering if it would be possible to get dirt for the yard since it is rocky and needs grass and she says to me... "They sell remotes here. I'm pretty sure if they sell anything they sell dirt." Enough said.

And now the sun has gone down, a storm is rolling in over the mountains, and I am still sweating.

-Ken