Thursday, August 17, 2006

Small Town Life in Chacala

This little guy is called a gecko or something else, depending on who you ask. There are a number of them living this house. Everyone says not to remove them, becaue they eat little bugs and things. So I ignore them. But when the population is more than two, plus babies, I help them find a new home on the terrace or patio. With the help of a broom. They live on the upper walls and ceilings, so far they have never fallen or crawled into my bed, so I guess it's okay to share the house with live-in bug eaters

I was hoping the CFE (electric commission) workers would be back today, to do the final hook-up for the permanent power line to this house. But, rats. No show. A neighbor has been kind enough to allow the homeowner (and indirectly, me) to enjoy the benefits of hooking up to the local power system thru her meter. With the knowledge of the CFE people. My homeowner pays the total electric bill for both houses, in return for this favor.

Had a couple of peculiar gossipy type conversations when I was doing errands around town this morning. One was a gringo telling me another gringo guest has left town owing rent money. I hope it's not true, since I facilitated his arrival in Chacala. It's kind of a scary thing to help people find places to stay in town. Your never know who they are, or what's going on with them. In this case, I am assuming it's some kind of misunderstanding. Until I know different.

UPDATE!!! I heard some strange voices down on the road this afternoon, and Miss Chiquita Banana started barking, so I went outside to look. Four guys were standing on the road watching one guy doing something to the transformer on the new pole. Four other men were sitting in a unmarked and crummy looking van, with some tools in the floor. No uniforms or name tags. All kind of scroungy and sweaty looking.

At first I thought they were the "gypsies", who were run out of town a couple times last winter. I thought it might be them because they are known for hooking up to power anywhere they want. They use a long wooden pole with a metal hook and and an electrical wire to get power to their camps. But they didn't look like the regular gypsies and there were no kids. A sure clue they were workers. But who knows. I wrote down the license number anyway. Just in case.......

I am really enjoyed a new gardening blog, about gardening in Honduras. I can't remember if I mentioned it before or now.
The muelle, little harbor, where the Fishermen's Coop building is located
and the fishing and tourist boats are moored.

1 comment:

myahspirit said...

geckoes are a good thing, the Hawaians think they are lucky to have living in your home.