San Pedro Sula

We are now in San Pedro Sula, a sprawling Belize City-like place filled with people. They have a McDonald´s here and it was our first stop after getting situated at the hotel San Jose.

Stacy and I were really, really looking forward to Micky D´s. It was sad.

But goooood....

After McDonald´s we saw a woman begging, holding a child who was clearing dying of either starvation or a degenerative disease. In any case, dying. Sarah gave her some food. The people here are really friendly. A man at the hotel with some medical knowledge looked at me and spoke English with a thick, southern twang. He found the cheap clinic for me and a taxi took us there at a fair price.

I spent the rest of the day trying to find a doctor and finally got in, later in the afternoon at a cheap clinic. The examination was superficial and the doctor didn´t help so after blowing money on pills I didn´t need for a condition I didn´t have I went again today to a specialist, who seems both more comptent and confident about my condition, although precise diagnosis was still not possible. DO. NOT. WORRY. Leave that to me! I should be getting better soon.

Last night we went to a restaurant that was way out of our league and didn´t order but bought beer to be polite. The people wore ties and everything was 300 L or more. Never seen that yet, not even in Belize. Different place. We settled for Chinese but didn´t know it was family style and ended up with bales of food leftover. We saved it and fed a street dude later. We wanted to see a movie but Misione Impossible Tres looked idiotic and we were too tired to see Syriana. No Tom Cruise. No, not down here. Nope.

For now I´m in putz mode, trying like the dickens to stay out of the sun, relax and chill out. Sarah hung out with me at the doctor, Stacy got her hair cut and we might all go to the big anthropology museum later this afternoon...it has air conditioning, which I need, and hopefully some educational type stuff too. We´ve read good things about it in the guidebook.