The Intransit feeling.

The joining flights between Colombia to Honduras were uneventful. Just the normal running through the airport to meet planes that have already begun to board. But that should be expected judging by the way things were going so far. The plane food was plain, but the flight were only about 45 minutes each. But, we were on our way to our final destination.

The National Bird of Honduras.

This is the National Bird of Honduras, the Macaw.

The next morning.

I got up feeling stiff all over. I wonder if this is what old age feels like? Woke up my friends and was 'voted' to be the first to take a bath. Take into mind that I do love taking a bath, but this is a different kind of cold. I had on socks on carpet and was feeling the cold from the floor. So having been given the esteemed position as 'the test rat', (nah rats have fur, I was the test 'hairless rat'). The process of undressing, running into the shower, bathing and running back into the cold was daunting. But I survived. Breakfast was free, or should I say part of fee we payed for renting the rooms. Take note of the word free, a continental breakfast is not, and I repeat not a Trini breakfast in Bogota. One slice of toasted bread and butter, a tiny fruit bowl and coffee or orange juice. Pressure! Thank God for the bakery around the corner, where we met some of the people we saw at breakfast, huh? Time to check out of the hotel and pay the bills. Called for the taxi and enjoyed the trip to the airport. Had to see if we could be fit in on a flight to Honduras. My uhm, excellent spanish cut down the time to only about 15 minutes and talking to about five people. Hoping each time they understand my spanish. One more stop was added to the list. We had to go to San Salvador then to Costa Rica before going to Honduras!

A night in Colombia.

There we were on our way to a hotel that we knew nothing of, with a taxi driver we hoped was not talking us to our death. We finally arrived, well not to sound too bad it was only 10 minutes from the airport. My spanish was getting either better by the second or maybe not. Hotel Maria Isabel Bogota is a beautiful hotel in an old section of the town. Did I mention that there was a man in gloves by the door to carry our bags in. (Thank God because as normal I over packed). Had to use my 'great' spanish skills to ask for rooms for my fellow refugees. It only took about 20 minutes, by the way the US dollar is king everywhere. It took about another 20 minutes to call Trinidad, the operator never heard of Trinidad and Tobago. The rooms were great, dinner was even better. The weather in Bogota is one of extremes, when we arrived it was a warm midday. The night was... how should I say it... freezing cold, in the room when you talked you saw your breath turn to ice... really. I slept in a jeans, socks, a long jersey and another on my crystal ball. Pressure!

The late arrival.

Well I finally have internet access, so all you folks who I promised to keep up to date on my adventures look out 'cause I have plenty to tell.
We (myself and two other trinis) left our native land to go to Honduras on work related training. Not having US visas we had to take the ´scenic´ route. Being through Venezuela, Colombia, Costa Rica and then to our destination Honduras. Sounds long does it? Well it got longer! The flight from Venezuela to Colombia was delayed by 1 hour. So as a result we missed the flight from Colombia to Costa Rica!!
Did I mention that the only spanish I speak is Corona. (Well I can speak a little more, but you get the gist). Had to be the spanish speaker for my 'marooned' group. Had a tough time trying to find our luggage, thank God we got it. And trying to figure out how to say, sign, draw, beg for information on the next flight that evening.
Someone ever told you some thing and you understood but just did not want to hear. It hapened to me. I was told in broken spanglish that there was no more flights to Costa Rica that evening. How will I tell my friends who were depending on me to find out what time we leaving Colombia...
I did it in the best way I could, as a true trini. I let it all out in nice trini terms, that of course I cannot put online. What do we do now???