Friendship can be a struggle when you live up a mountain…

If I remember Ceiba for one thing it won’t be the mad dogs, the disco buses or the perverts. It will most likely be for friends. I have made some really good ones here. Again when you are travelling you meet people all the time who are just passing through, you have a good time and then they are gone and you may casually take their email but generally it’s not likely you will stay in touch.

The difference is quite special when you meet people who are doing the same thing as you at precisely the same moment in time. This way you have someone who understands the subtle little things that make it hard sometimes. I think that the most important thing is they help it feel normal whilst reminding you how special and sometimes crazy it all is. Friendship can be a struggle when you live up a mountain.

No internet or phone access means having to make plans really far in advance, which is contrary to the spirit of my generally spontaneous nature.  However my weekends in the city are a great chance to catch up and bore everyone with my teaching horror stories…I am going to have them. It’s inevitable. When you think about it I am a teaching computers in a second language to kids up a mountain in Honduras. How could I not?

You could be anywhere

Tonight I will have to settle for another night at La Cassona, which will inevitably involve dancing sweatily to a lot of Reggaton, too much beer, a few shots and a 2am Baleada.

It seems that the country changes, as does the music.
But for the most part the weekend habits stay the same.

Mobile discos

It’s been a tough week for free rides. So I’ve actually found myself having to take the bus a couple of times. When I say bus I actually mean mobile discos. Except if they were discos, they would surely be closed down by environmental health for their ear-splitting decibel levels. Obviously they only play Reggaton, and it appears that Reggaton can only be played REALLY LOUD. Seemingly to detract from the fact that it is not really music, just the same drum beat over and over with various obscene things babbled over the top in Spanish. Curiously, it’s quite charming.

Vamos a los Cayos

Cayos Cachinos

I am gazing around at all these little tiny islands and they are almost exactly what you’d draw if someone asked you to draw a desert island. They’re just little mounds of sand with coconut trees on them, and they were everywhere. But the best thing by far is that one of them was OURS…for the whole weekend.

Widow-maker

Tela, Honduras

I decided not to brave the shower. Showers in Honduras are called ‘widow makers’, and
with good cause. I only use electric showers when I can see what I am doing and I didn’t fancy dying naked in a dark wooden hut from an electric shock.

I’ve aged (at least) three years

First of all, you may be as happy as I am to know that I have finally started to speak in the preterit. That’s the past tense to you and me. To give the grammatically ignorant amongst us some idea of what that means I am going to write the next paragraph in the present; my preferred mode of communication for almost two months now.

Last weekend we are going to go to Cayos Cachinos, but again it is raining. Therefore we cannot go. We are staying in the house and we are watching movies most of the weekend. I am bored. We go next week instead. I am happy about this.

So you will see I have in fact been speaking like an idiot since January. Therefore I am quite relived to finally be learning progressive tenses. Add that to the past and present participles and the preterit and I am already sounding at least three years older. Meaning I now sound like a nine year old instead of a six year old. All we need is a bit of the future and there may be some hope for me.

I am a bit happier with it all as now I am thinking in English and Spanish at the same time a lot more, meaning I can usually piece together how to communicate most things I am thinking albeit with a few bits of vocabulary missing. Now all I need to do is learn to put it all together with enough ease that people don’t fall asleep when I am speaking to them. At the moment I speak at the pace of someone who took too much acid in the 60s and never quite remembered which field they left their brain in. So, for the most part my afternoons are taken up with memorizing bits od vocabulary written on small cue cards. These little pieces of paper inevitably get everywhere and I do wonder if people are starting to fear for my mental health every time the find a little piece of paper with to die, to be lost, knife, or rope written on them.

I have to say I am developing a bit of love for grammar and in turn a small loathing for my own language. The more you learn in Spanish…irregular verbs aside, the more you realize that there is hardly any rhyme or reason to the English langauge. There appears to be more exceptions to the rules than there are rules. In this way I am starting to wonder a) how anyone manages to learn the bloody thing and b) why anyone would want to and c) if our lnguage is so damn hard how come we don´t speak manymore like the Dutch or the Germans?! This is partly inspired by my ew friends Anna and Steph (dutch and swedise repectively) who have no problem being amusing in any one of three langauges simultaneously…bloody show offs. But enough of grammar and my own feelings of incomptence. Despite my current fascination with it it’s still in the most part spectacularly dull. Back to the other stuff…oh wait, there is no other stuff. Just bits of paper  and grammar! Balls.

No seriously though, I think I am at that stage where I feel, language aside, I have adjusted to life here. The tell tale signs are when you stop wondering how like you are ever going to make this bus journey alone and survive, or whether this time you will be able to successfully ask the nice lady for a banana. This time and you start thinking that maybe you are not getting enough exercise, or maybe you would to rearrange the furniture in your room a little. I’ve almost stopped gawping at all the amazing scenery with awe, I jump in the back of pickups without a care in the world and I have stopped worrying about the fact that I am almost constantly sweating profusely.  I think all of these are probably signs you feel settled. Do not think though that that is it. One thing I have discussed at great frequency in the worst Spanish imaginable is that just when you start to feel good something inevitably happens to slap you round the face and warn you not to relax just yet. For example, my memory card in my camera has a virus, meaning I have lost a couple of weeks of photos. Also meaning some additional vocab is necessary, namely, can you please help me, my camera appears to be fucked. StrangelyI still can’t swear in Spanish. However, for the time being, I am embracing the opportunity to become a little more ladylike. Its a strange rollercoaster I find myself on.

I have been doing a bit of work for the organization recently on updating their communications and their membership services and I have enjoyed that a lot. It´s nice to work in a currency I understand for once. The teaching plans are almost done and next week I start the laborious task of looking up all the vocabulary I could possibly need to teach kids how to turn on computers and other such things. Next week is also Semana Santa, Easter week and a big holiday in Honduras…for everyone but me! However I am hoping to hike up a massive waterfall in the cuenca and all being well I might be able to blag a memory card to take some photos and share the results. Until then, take care.

Nos Vemos pronto