Don't bank on it (Part 2)

Still no internet. 

Then, we met with Santiago who didn't speak a word of English. It felt like we were in a Hollywood movie as they typically portray Central America. We sat in a darkly wood panelled room with very poor lighting. The old man across from us had a handbook and he started to write a list of sorts... it could have been his grocery list for all we know, but we sat there for several minutes in complete silence. Eventually, he looked up as us as if to say 'okay, so, what can I do for you?' ... sure hope we're not paying him by the hour! We tried our best to explain and that's when he got up and beckoned Adrian to come in to help translate. This is how it goes here. There always seems to be one person in each building that can speak just enough English to help us. They made copies of our documents and after a lot of back and forth about our cash flow, they told us to come back on Monday morning.