After our bumpy landing into the worlds 2nd most dangerous airport we were greeted by the super chill & super fly Mark Connell. He toured us around the city of Tegucigalpa via a 15-passenger van that looks eerily similar to a smart car. The Tegucigalpa traffic is best described as anarchy. We checked out some potential work sites, hit up the warehouse to gather supplies for the week, and ate the best pork chops of our lives. Then we finally met Marks wonderful wife Lori. Late this afternoon Mark took us to our home for the next 8 days. The guarded Villa Gracia is a mountain top retreat center that’s more reminiscent of Kehlsteinhaus. I’m starting to think we are in witness protection after made friends with Pedro; the heat packin’ guard that’s got our back. After we settled in Mark took us back down the mountain to hit up Pollo Supremo (Chicken Supreme). While we ate, Drew’s face turned sour and his pork chop came up. This has not been his finest hour or few hours. One last question: does anybody know how to get a bat out of your hotel room? (serious question)
-Terry
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