Los Tigres!

Tegucigalpa, Honduras is a city with a terrible reputation for its crime. It was hard for us to believe all the warnings and be content to simply look out the window of a hotel room without seeing any sings of danger ourselves. But that's what we were faced with upon arriving in the third country of our Central American tour.



The upshot, however, to being stuck in a five-star hotel is that you happen to run into certain people in the lobby, like the production manager for a famous Norteño band who happens to be, Los Tigres del Norte!

I still can't quite fathom my good fortune in the events which I am about to recount. We noticed their tour bus parked in front of the Marriott which was a dead give-away that we were staying in the same hotel as them. Their concert was taking place on our night off, and I assumed that it would be sold-out, or at least, too crazy of a scene to try to attend myself. Their manager, Mr. Angulo said that sales were very bad for that night's show due to fears about the killer-flu from Mexico, (Los Tigres sing about the experience of Mexican working class peoples, but they all live in San Jose, California) which meant that he was willing to offer us two free tickets to the show.

The scene outside the outdoor stadium of the concert was a bit hectic, and myself and Sean, a fellow red-head stuck out like sore thumbs. But once a call was placed to the promoter who waved us in, the night was pure magic from then-on out. All our cares about crime and swine-flu were washed away with the music.