4th of july

wednsday was not really exciting in terms of the trips but it certainly was interesting to observe the locals´behaviour at the mall. since honduras seems to be flooded with the american chains, obviously malls are being built all around the place just to resemble almost 100% the typical US malls. marianne and i thought of getting engaged in some shopping, maybe even for clothes. bad idea. to me it seemed like the clothes i´ve seen here so far are either tasteless and expensive (european prices) or even more tasteless and of low quality but cheap. hmm, i think i won´t yet throw away all of these old summer clothes i have with me, because all of a sudden i´ve developed a very special affection for them in the face of no substitute possibilities. i almost feel sorry that i only have one pair of jeans with me, since everyone here wears jeans, despite of the 30 degrees heat though!so the mall time was dedicated to a supermarket and an amazing "fresh fruit juices" cafe. i must admit i have never heard of a good deal of those fruit names that are constantly in use here. so my guiding principle when choosing a combination of fruit is trial and error.

remembering back from the time spent in spain that thursday is a big night for going out, it was definately a siesta time in the afternoon after classes. the classes themselves didn´t take place at school even, but the whole group left for this little ranch by the seaside and the atmosphere was very informal. marianne was boiling hot all the time and preferred to stay in the shade while i did do some other activities in the sun besides swimming in the afternoon. however, back to the going out at night part. it was going to start well. however poor marianne ignored the previous experience she has had with shrimps and had a few for dinner. this resulted in her having to visit a bathroom as soon as we arrived in the first bar. the shrimps were really resistent and so marianne had to visit the same bathroom a few times in a row after which feeling really ill she took a taxi home. bad luck!the rest of the bunch stayed though and we continued our way to the disco popping by in some bars on the way there, tasting the typical garrifuna drink among other things (stong licor that tastes like a mixture of jagermeister and campari) and finally storming the dance floor which quite naturally had reggaeton. luckily that changed soon to be replaced by salsa, bachata etc and suddenly it was already 2am (classes still start at 7.30am) and it looked like heading home was the best option. i woke up tired this morning but at least i slept in own bed. what happened to our friend scott was way more exotic. due to the complicated lock system in every house here it might not be that easy to open the door at 3am and scott empirically proved it. he was locked out and had to sleep on the street. at least it is safe in our neighbourhood (called colonia el sauce). he told us this morning that he slept ouside his house on the street virtually until the house woke up. how horrible (but extremely entertaining too) it was to listen to that. poor scott the streetkid is ok though and next time will probably check how the lock system works way in advance.

Today is friday and it´s boiling hot in la ceiba again. everyone is going to recover from yesterday and get prepared for the next trip tomorrow to the islands nearby. should be fun.