Tuesday, June 27, 2006

3 days of the Hondur(as)

¿quién es más macho?

San Pedro Sula, Honduras; 3 days, 2 nights. I got the call while in New York, asking if I wanted to go. Of course, I jumped at the chance. Flew out Wednesday, and back on late Friday evening. Well, technically Saturday morning. I flew into Miami, planning to meet a representative from the company, and our own sales manager for Latin America. But our guy had mixed up the dates, and the rep, who had been acting as my translator, left after one day. So for the rest of my v
I do say that their English was far better than my Spanish.

The purpose was to assist a chemical company at a customer of theirs, a textile plant. Being inside with the boilers was so hot that stepping out into the 95 degree weather actually cooled me off.

Security was tight, although I have no idea why; they make fabric. But I was told that most of the larger factories have this kind of security.

We worked the first day until 8 in the evening. The next day, a full one, almost 9 hours in the boiler room. A room only in the sense that it has walls and a ceiling, but it did have a side that was open to the air. We would get a cool breeze periodically, but mostly it was hot. África caliente.