Charbroiled in Choluteca

By catherineh on January 10, 2011

In the Honduran border town of Choluteca, the time is almost midnight and the temperature is approximately a million trillion degrees. My friend and I lie on thin foam mattresses in a room that could be mistaken for a cave in a hotel that belongs in a horror movie – three low buildings around a courtyard decorated with discarded lawn furniture, rusty kitchen appliances and even an old car up on cinderblocks.