Stranded in Honduras with nothing to do, when life hands you lemons, you get drunk on two for one Cuba Libras and cheap six packs. We had been told that the car would be ready today at noon, so when we went to check on the car this morning, heavily hung over and trying not to throw up, we received the news that they were still waiting on the headlight from somewhere in the ether north of the border in Guatemala. When we returned later this afternoon, after having a nice hot nap while the power and thus the fan was out, we soon learned that there were no headlights for our car model in Central America. So the husband of the lady who marred our beautiful intrepid matrix offered to give us money to buy a headlight when we returned to Canada or the U.S. of A. So now the car is rumoured to be completed and delivered to our hotel doorstep, the initial scene of the crime, at noon tomorrow, leaving us in Honduras for one more day.
I had begun to worry that if we didn’t leave this town soon that I would have to buy a cowboy hat and buttoned shirt to fit in. But now we’ll be back en route to Guatemala tomorrow to Antigua, and then it’s on to the blistering pace to return us home in a hopeful 8 days. We’ll see how it goes.
Tyler.
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