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It was a hot day when I and the rest of the missions team got out of the airplane in Mexico city. We where supposed to take a van for a 8 hour trip to Pueblo than to the mountain called Picode Orizaba. We would have to stay at a mansion in Honduran perspective. The man named Pelicea owned a trout farm, the trout looked lanky and they felt like a waxy slippery, ridged animal. Pelicea told us that he only makes about $4,000.00 a year by selling trout (that is a lot for Hondurans). Pelicea and his wife Joarez made us some trout the trout was the best fish I had ever had, the fish tasted like spicy peppers it was zesty, salty just a little and it was charred just a little. After that night we woke up about 3:00 am in the morning, because we had to get going before it got to hot. We had to drive for 12 hours on a dirt road through the mountains. There was a shabby old truck driving be hind us because that truck was caring are stuff, the reason the truck had are stuff is because we hired a man in Mexico city to watch are stuff while we were traveling to this village, The man had his two sons stay in the back of the truck with AK-47 because there was a lot of people how rob people on this road and these robbers kill there victims. We