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prosperous than other Central American countries, and people can
afford to eat out more.
The beer is very cheap—75 cents a can—so I've been rewarding
myself with one at the end of each day's run. It has a refreshingly dif-
ferent taste from the sweet and isotonic drinks I have during the day.
Carbs such as rice and pasta are my staple food, but I've been livening
up my palate with fresh fruit from the side of the road, like coconut
milk, mangoes, pineapples, rambutans, paw paws, oranges and limes.
Red tape at the border entering Honduras earlier tonight cost me
precious hours, but I stayed calm as the annoyingly pedantic bureau-
crats processed me. Then, when they finally allowed me through, as
if they were doing me a huge favour, I was swamped by a crowd of
media folk, including newspaper reporters and three TV news crews.
Everyone was speaking at once in a language I couldn't understand.
The Mexican film guys helped out where they could. It was bedlam.
All the while as I was being interviewed I was smiling and friendly,
but inside I was furious because of the border hold-up and the media
demands; I know they're necessary, but I just want to run.
