Saturday, February 4, 2006

We finally went to the Galeria Nacional de Arte today. For some reason, we had a really hard time finding it with the map. Eventually we stopped into a little store to ask directions and the guy bent over backwards to help us, even making a phone call. It turned out to be very close; I really don't know why we couldn't find it at first.

The museum is ok. The history of the building, which you can read in several languages, including English, in little borrowed booklets, is interesting. Quite a bit of the ancient pottery and statuary in the lower level is unprotected if you've always wanted to sneak a touch. I didn't, but perhaps my thoughts were obvious because by the time we got to the more contemporary stuff upstairs, a security guard had firmly fastened himself to us. Then again, Michael and I were the only ones there to follow.

After the museum, we stepped next door to have a look at the Palacio Legislativo. This is where Congress meets. Or where Congress pees, judging from the smell.

After dinner we went to a grubby old movie theater and saw "Detective Por Error" in English with Spanish subtitles. I can't remember the movie's English title, but it's the one with Samuel L. Jackson and Eugene Levy. Funny, but a bit too much gratuitous flatulence for my taste.

Walking home afterwards, some guy on a motorcycle veered over from the other side of the street to drive right at us. At the time I thought that was a supremely stupid thing to do, because if his little motorcycle hit one of us, he'd be in as much danger as we would be. Later I decided he must have wanted us to get frightened and jump out of the way, providing amusement for all. Well, sorry to disappoint you, but we're from New York City where there are traffic dangers greater than your l'il scooter. We just stepped back.

Then there was the truckload of drunken men who started shouting at us as they drove by, followed by the trip down the infamous alley leading to our hotel entrance. Nothing happened in the alley, but it was all I could do not to break into a run toward the lights of our doorway.

So... I still like the energy and all that, but I'm about ready to leave and happy that we're moving on to Esteli tomorrow.

 

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Plaza Morazan.

Plaza Morazan.

Palacio Legislativo, Tegucigalpa.

Palacio Legislativo, Tegucigalpa.

Palacio Legislativo, Tegucigalpa.

View from the bridge over the Rio Choluteca, which separates Tegucigalpa from Comayaguela.