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alright, so i thought it would be worthwhile to write a new one for this, as my voyage today was quite the interesting one. let's call it, "a day in jalons". "a journey of a rusingo across the honduran countryside". i like that, maybe i'll write a book about all of the jalons that i have experienced. anyway, i went today to santa rosa to get my mail, and found myself looking at an empty apartado postal, with no package to take home. i decided at that minute that i would be returning home early, hopefully by lunch. however, after standing for about 40 minutes on the corner awaiting a pickup, it dawned on me that i might not be getting anywhere anytime soon. suddenly, a construction truck pulls up, and the offer to take me almost to cucuyagua, a midpoint between capucas and santa rosa. well, i happily jump in, and we speed off. soon he buys me some pineapple on the side of the road, and it seems to me like my luck has changed. when he drops me off he reminds me that theres still a distance left before cucuyagua, but i wave good bye and start trecking down the highway. i soon see a bunch of young men excavating something by the side of the road, while across the autopista, a small man/child sits in a wheelchair with a bag on a stick. i figure, well this should be interesting, and i decide to say whats up and hang out with them for a minute while i wait for a ride. well, turns out the people are working to build a house for the wheelchair guy, who's job (self-employed) is to sit by the side of the road and attract jalons for passers-by. he then takes a tip, and apparently has enough to build himself a house at the spot the jalons are best. i offer them some piña and we chat about life, work, living in the states, and all sorts of topics. no jalons stop, and i end up taking a bus, of course forgetting to give a tip to the wheelchair guy. i still feel remorse. anyway, i made it to cucuyagua, then caught a ride in a truck headed for corquin. talking to the guys, it turned out that they made the same journey from san pedro sula to corquin every day, bringing crap there, and taking some back. seemed like an awesome job, especially since there were three of them, doing mostly nothing. after they dropped me off, i ended up riding the rest of the way with a friend from the community, and we talked about entering him in the process of certification, what he would need to do, and by when. after lunch, i hopped on the horse and finally made it here, to write this, for you guys. now that i finish, it doesnt seem like such a great story. but at the time, it was pretty awesome. if it makes you feel any better, while getting my horse out of its field, a cow got out, and i had to chase it across a pasture, which resulted in me falling ankle deep in a oxidization lagoon for coffee, and now i smell like shit. so laugh about that.