Pecos Bill is where he took us, because the Bohemian bar we wanted to mingle in was closed. Braden works in the ER of a local hospital as well as at a girls orphanage. He didn't much like the ER, because a camera crew films all the operations and traumas for network television. Hospitals have to make money somehow. "i'll be working on a patient and a camera is right there intrusive and if you tell them to get out of your way, they'll start arguing that they have a right to be there and it gets you nowhere. I feel bad for the patients...i just try to keep my face off the camera."
"Everyone carries machetes around here. But the gangs carry shotguns. We had a fellow in here who got his groin blown off by a shotgun blast." The camera filming it all. I'd rather be dead than live on network television without my bits and pieces.
"We once had a whole crew of fisherman helicoptered in from the bay islands after their shrimping vessel exploded. They came in with roughly 80% burns over their body. Its the rule of nines. Each leg is 18%. Your front and back are each 18% as well. Each arm is 9%. Your head is 9%. the groin is 1%. The worst part was they had severed ears, hands about to fall off, and major cuts and lacerations across their bodies as well. We come to find out they were drinking and since everyone carries machetes, they started hacking eachother up. This probably led to the ship exploding."
We ended the night with Port Royal...hondura's Premium Lager....and some words of advice. "if you ever get stung by a stingray, the best thing to do is soak the afflicted area in hot water. As hot as you can stand. This will denature the proteins in the poison and it won't be able to bind to the skin."
The following day Dusty, Sarah, Ron and I left for Copan. Braden was sad to see us go. A lone gringo in a sea of Hondureño. Cheers to Braden.
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