The reason I’m not posting too often is that I use a tablet, which makes it time consuming uploading pictures and videos.
But hopefully now I’ll be able to do some uploading, as we’ve returned from a kayaking trip absolutely exhausted, and so I have some free time.
First, a video I meant to upload a while ago, although it may have made it into a previous post, so forgive me if that’s the case. This is the rain that can appear without much warning, and can last for hours and even days. If it happens, the centre pretty much closes, as the endothermic iguanas won’t eat. The last time that happens we ran down to Charlotte’s Cafe in a lull and had coffee and omelettes. Haven’t made it back yet but I’ve promised the new people id take them.
A few days after the rain, me and José, my Rastafarian roommate, who is also teaching me Honduran slang (mahé), made the 10 minute walk up to the summit of Stuart hill otherwise known as The Watertower. From there José took a timelapse with his GoPro, which I’ll eventually nab off him, as well as his snorkeling videos, and we watched the sunset, so here are those pictures.
This is a long exposure photo of José juggling firesticks. Pretty cool.
I’ve also got to cover what happened to some iguanas a few days ago. One of the cages in which we keep the Swampers, the endangered species we’re trying to help, was home to a parrot named Roselita before she died a couple of months ago, so for some reason that I haven’t quite worked out yet, Osgood, the manager of the station , decided go put 3 iguanas in her cage. 2 females and 1 male.
well a few days ago the two females, being 1/3 smaller than the males, escaped. We patched up the cage and thought that would be that. The next day, however, the male had gone. We would now have to catch 3 new iguanas from the mangroves further inland.
I was chosen, along with Rachel, a new volunteer from Ireland, to accompany Osgood into the mangroves. This was a fateful expedition. Not only was it particularly hot day, but the mangroves had far less cover from the sun than I had imagined, and Rachel hadn’t properly acclimatised to being outside of Ireland, let alone a tropical country near the equator. The smell also hits you like the toilets at an IBS meeting. Really really bad egg, combined with a blaring sun, scorching heat and long waits for Osgood to spot an iguana and then fix the fishing rod like contraption he’s masse for catching them, and it was getting to me. But Rachel broke first.
The next day, it was just me and Osgood and, far more prepared this time, we caught a good sized male and female.
Another stressful, hot, dirty day was spent in the mangroves a couple of days later doing 100 10m transects across the swamps looking for iguanas, and catching that last female. I’ve head enough of mangroves for one lifetime.
To take a break from the restaurants and bars of the town, one night we decided to cook a meal and watch a movie. The meal was a joint effort, made by the two Hondurans and two Europeans at the station at the time. My contribution was guacamole, made better by José’s mantequilla, a Honduran cheese sauce, but there was also fried plantain, a vegetable and pineapple mix, and plenty of other stuff. We then watched Her (2013), a really interesting film about a man who, in the near future, falls in love with his intelligent and intuitive OS. Basically he falls in love with a future Siri. Anyway its directed by Spike Jonze (pronounced Jones) who was a 90s wunderkid director and is now looking to be a really exciting one. Well that’s what you can tell people to impress at a dinner party or whatever.
More to come. Out.