Monkey woke me with her startled cry when her mummy disappeared AGAIN – this time to the bathroom. There were smiles and hugs when she reemerged. This little girl is amazing – she wakes up laughing!
Nena asked me before I rolled over “tienes goma?” At first I didn’t feel the hangover but in the shaking of my head the Flor de Caña woke up and my brain screamed in answer to its call.
Breakfast has never been more welcome. Cafe negro with pan de la muerte. Black coffee and the ‘bread of the dead’. Halloween is near and here and there Catholic traditions shine through in this latin land. The orange and lemon zest in this cake-like bread is a perfect match to my coffee. Today I need two cups and a painkiller. And Bo, fast becoming a new brother to me, presented me with a little foil package. Myce has taken a panadol that isn’t even touching her goma. But Bo swears by Dolorfín. “Dolorfín, el fin del dolor” laughs Myce by way of explanation.
I remember as a child the stories from Honduras of the “Mejoral”. It was the magic drug for some time and had something like panadol and codeine in it. People were taking it for everything that ailed them – headache, cancer, gunshot wounds, indigestion. Mejor - better, Mejoral - to get you better. But today it is Dolorfín. And Dolorfín is WORKING.
This morning I’ll take anything to get rid of my gummy goma and enjoy my last full day and full night in La Ceiba.