Day 2: Waiting, Choking and Hospital ERs

Sunday will be known as the day of "wait" because that is what we pretty much did all day....wait. After we got up and had devo we went to the airport to wait for the rest of the team to arrive. Luckily the traffic jam was over and we made it to the airport on time so that we would have plenty of time to wait. After parking the buses we went inside to the area where you wait for people to come through customs. I waited standing, sitting, leaning against the wall, sitting and standing somemore. I even played with a little girl to pass the time while we waited. Finally a few seats opened and Margaret, Judy, Leslie and I sat to wait. Eventually the torchers began filtering through and we helped them get their luggage to the buses.

We then headed across the street to eat lunch. Judy, Brett, Mark, Wyeth, Ryan, Collin and I ate at Little Ceasers where we had 2 slices and a drink for $1.35. Pretty awesome.

After we were done we loaded up on the buses and headed back to the mission to unload and have orientation. Once we got to the mission house it began to rain, rain, and rain some more. I now know what it is like to be in the boweling alley when God gets a strike....it is LOUD!

After everyone unpacked and changed we loaded the buses again and headed out for dinner in Santa Lucia at the Santa Lucia resort resrant. While there a couple of things happened: 1. Ryan choked and the hymlick was administered 2: Matt's leg looked really bad (I'll get to this later).

Ryan was fine after Dr. Tom and Ben did the abdomen punch and I played a game of bench leaping. Matt on the other hand did not fare as well. Matt had gotten bitten the week before by what we now think was a spider. Some where between his home and Honduras it began to get infected. Judy and I made our assessment of the situation and decided that he needed to go to the ER. But, first we all went to the oldest Catholic Church in the western hemisphere, the Santa Lucia Church. While we were all unloading Judy decided to play tag with one of the buses. She almost was made into a school bus concrete wall sandwich. We did our thing and sang worship songs, took pictures and OH I almost forgot. On the way to the church when we were walking from the resort we had to walk up this huge hill that we had previously walked down. We met a dog that Mark named noodles and Margaret lost a lung.

Anyway, after evening devo we headed back to the mission house, but Judy, Terry, Rudy and I took Matt (from above) to the ER at the Honduras Medical Center to get his spider bite looked at. We walked right in and were in a room within 2 min. That would never happen in the States. Turned out that Matt had staff in the bite and would have to be admitted so that he could have IV antibiotics and stuff.

We made a video of Matt lying on the gurney. ...pretty funny stuff.

So ends day 2.

The trip down

The trip down was pretty uneventful as compared to last year's musical (see Honduras 2006: The Musical). I was to meet Mary at the Nashville airport but did not find her until after we got off the plane in Miami. We had a little delay in Miami while we waited in the E terminal in Siberia, but we made it to Teguc without a problem. While Mary and I waited for our luggage we ran into Rudy and Ryan who were there to pick up Ryan's luggage that did not arrive when he did the day before.
After we got our bags we headed out to meet Terry and went to get some lunch at Wendy's. Then we headed to the new Bodega to hook up with Margaret, Jenny, Tricky Pat, Steffey and Leslie who were organizing the supplies that had been shipped prior to our arrival.
Saturday was the day for Terry to make 100 trips to the airport. He left us at the Bodega and headed back to pick up the Oklahomians Wyeth and Mark. We all loaded in the truck (about 12) and headed to the mission house. We left the luggage at the bodega b/c there was not enough room in the truck.....a toyota. After we got to the mission house Terryy headed back to the airport to pick up Brett and Judy. We all were to get ready and wait for their return so we could then go eat dinner at El Coral. Terry got back BUT did not have Brett and Judy. They were not at the airport and there was not another TACA flight coming in that night....so began the great hunt for the Canadians.......AND the birth of, " Are you my mom? Are you Brett and Judy? Are you Canadian?"
We all headed back to the airport...in the truck....but we ran into a traffic jam and were stuck for about 30 min. When we finally got to the airport it was closed and still no sign of Judy and Brett. We headed on to the resturant and while we were eating Jenny Wright showed up and following her was Judy and Brett. So we found out what had happened. TACA arrived early and Terry had been late due traffic. Jenny who lives in HOnduras and is friends with the Canadians had come to the airport to see them. After waiting and no signs of Terry they left with Jenny to go serach for us.....but missed us b/c we were out looking for them.
After dinner we all (14 now) piled into the toyota and headed back up the mountian. At about a speed of 10 mph.
So ends the first day.


Sorry no good pics from this day.