Danilo

Riding up a hill to the Honduran town of Yuscaran my bike started making unpleasant creaking noises. Couldn´t work out why until the following morning found a large crack in the drop bar of my frame. Thirty minutes later had my bike welded. Didn´t even have time to really think about what to do. Was walking along a cobbled road and Greta, a German lady from Berlin, walking her two dogs, helped me find Danilo a welder. Danilo promptly welded the frame and when I asked for how much he would he explained that the average daily wage in Honduras is 5US dollars and asked for about 70 pence. I gave him 1 pound 25. He seemed really happy with this and asked me if I would like to have brunch with him. I readilly agreed and was given a very substantial plate of beans and tortillas. Over our meal Danilo enquired whether I would like to stay on his farm for a bit and whether I was Roman Catholic. Got a bit paranoid, probably unreasonably, at this point that he was trying to fix me up with his daughter. Explained that unfortunately my schedule was quite tight and pushed on. So far, touchwood, weld still holding up ok. Thank you very much Danilo (and Greta).