forgot to mention that konrad and I took a quick trip to utila the other saturday/sunday. we'd been feeling exhausted and burnt so we hopped the afternoon ferry after the soccer games. it's a beautiful and strange place inhabitated by english-speaking (sort of, their dialect is less intelligible than jamaican english) descendants of pirates and british colonials. it's nothing like the rest of honduras culturally and a must see if you're ever in the area. needless to say that konnie and i came back rested and rejuvanated.