'I am not coming diving'
Trip Start Mar 17, 2007
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But, the diving does me good, it always does. I go for the second dive too. My stomach is better. And I itch.
We decide to go to the pharmacy in the capital. Only, it is Sunday and most will be closed. But there is a private clinic with a pharmacy attached, open 24/7. We leave in the afternoon and Tomcat says: 'look: the bus to Coxin Hole'. And indeed: a mini bus. How much? 2$ for both of us. OK.
The bus is falling apart. There is space for 12 people but a certain point in time, there are 24!!!! But NO chickens. I am disappointed. Really want that chicken bus one day. Do not laugh: had one in Thailand, even a chicken TRAIN! But, I do not know where to look first. Outside of the bus, there is Honduras, the jungle, the nothingness, the poverty. Inside the bus, there are the Hondurans.
People are extremely poor. The first lady sitting face to face with me is (I guess) midst 20s. She has a small child. Her face is unwrinkled. Her body is from an old woman. She has NO breasts: none! But layers of belly and stomach. And: a lot of holes in her t-shirt. Everybody has holes in their clothes. Washed hundreds of times, many years old. Some very dirty. Dirt of years again, unwashable. Zips missing.
The young girl next to her (also with a child) wears a modern jeans and a s.xy t-shirt but again: with holes
A boy, early 20s, sits in front of me. No holes in his t-shirt!!! It says: 'Iglesias del Dios' I thought all churches were God's churches. Her shorts are mend many times. With all colors of stitches. He has an ugly scar over his face. And half of his teeth as missing. A young boy! He sings gospels. And drinks coke. Wouldn't you like to know what his story is?
When everybody gets out, we do too. In what seems to be a sleepy town. Now we have to find an open pharmacy. I know how to ask for that in Spanish. AND for the private clinic. People are trying to help. But we cannot find it. Taxi! 4$. Forget it 2$. OK. The clinic. The pharmacy says abierto but is NOT. We step into the clinic. The pharmacist does not speak any English. Smart Hubby wrote down what we need. Still, it is very hard. If she finds an ointment we like, we do not have the exact change. Dr T goes out to change a note. Does not work. We go our together and withdraw a small amount.
We take a 'shared' taxi home, which means he can also take other passengers. I am still a bit inpatient. Do not want to wait for the chicken bus. We get home and my perfect hubby puts the ointment on every bite. 200 times. We go for a meal. It is 16h and I haven't eaten for 2 days!
We go for the Argentinean steakhouse. No, Tomcat does not have frietjes but creamy shrimps. He really gets better!
This is what the streets looks like it is just sand!
The ointment kicks in, slowly, but still, it does kick in. we have appetizer at ease, play cards, have lazy meal and the world is a better place than yesterday.
I convinced my Tomcat to have a lazy or better: practical day: finances and planning. And stuff... .