Saturday, May 5, 2007

Forgotten unforgettables

In a really nice internet cafe, with a/c and ergonomic stuff. Actually, maybe ergonomic for a Honduran, so I´m kinda contorted using it, but like I said, a/c. So I´m happy. Plus, I´m completely healthy now, except for maybe a few malarial protozoans spreading through my blood. Mars and I never bothered to take the profilaxis (I just did spellcheck to see if profilaxis was spelled right (figure I better look like I know how to spell the medical terms...) and every single word was highlighted, except for ´I´, because, I think, it´s a Honduran spellcheck. Go google) so we´re just trying not to get bit, which hasn´t worked out perfectly. I guess we´ll start taking the pills today, but they say to start 1-2 weeks ahead of time, and we´re not even going to be here for that long, I don´t think. Although we´re considering a trip into the Moskitia, although Andrew and Anne have already done it, like everything we want to do, although Mars says that´s fine, Jake, what are you so worked up about? Ít´s not like you´d be the first person ever in there, anyway. True. Anyway, if we do that, we definitely need the malaria pills.
I forgot to mention how Brielle and Mars and I rented motorcycles in Antigua. It was awesome. We took them through those crazy cobblestone streets, dodging horses and deranged cabbies and stopping constantly for speed bumps, which are everywhere, because they are absolutely the only traffic regulator that centroamericanos respect. There are no traffic cops, stop lights and signs are at best noticed, if not totally ignored, and living creatures, from dogs to children, might as well be invisible. But speedbumps, man, earn a screaching halt and then a comically slow advancing of each set of tires over it. So that´s funny. Another funny thing is how the showers give exactly the opposite temperature from what you want. When you want a hot shower, there are these giant showerheads with dubious electrical wiring twisting all around them, that are meant to heat the water just before it comes out of impossibly small holes. I´m surprised we´ve survived this long. Brielle managed to get ours to spark and start a small electrical fire at a hotel in Antigua, without herself being electrocuted, after which, thankfully, it stopped working completely. Now here in Tela, where the air temp is over 100º and the ocean is in the high 80´s, the coldest water you can get from the shower is a lukewarm blast that would have been welcomed in Xela or anywhere else but here.
Anyway, we took the motos to a beautiful little coffee finca nearby, where we sat and had some great coffee, and then we went back. It scratched an itch.
Heard from UMass that I´m on the waitlist, and from Albany that I got in there (even though I had sent an email telling them that their interviewers are jerks and I would never go there just a week or so before. Maybe I should try that with UMass...?). Still waiting on UC Davis, although I don´t think we´d go there over Kentucky. It was nice to here something from UMass that wasn´t ´no´ but still a little hard. I guess it makes checking email that much more exciting. And c´mon, could there be a better place to wait it out? I mean, we´re going scuba diving on a tropical island for the next week, and then maybe, if we feel like it, taking a boat trip or a rafting trip into the jungle.
Yesterday we went to the old United Fruit Company experimental reserve, where they tested out all the different fruits they could grow here and honed their wage slavery skills and exploitation methods. Now it´s a park maintained by the Honduran gov´t, very pretty. We wandered and swam and tasted weird fruits against the advice of the signage. We even followed Royal deep into the jungle in search of some monkeys that we had heard from the dirt road, after which he thanked us for trusting him. Damn, we did until you said that, dude.
Gotta get a move on if we´re going to catch the the 4:30pm ferry to Utilan from La Ceiba. We haven´t woken up before dawn for, like, two days now, so we´re getting reaccustomed to the late start.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

That's funny about Albany. Great about UMass. I hear (from a second year at UVM whose top choice was UMass) that getting waitlisted is almost as good as getting in. Hang in there. Though, I'm sure you're "sweating it out" for different reasons than the waiting game...Wish we were there.