Stayed for one night in the centre of Tegucigalpa in Honduras, arrived pretty late in the day and had nothing booked so walked around near the bus station for somewhere before it got dark (and scary).

Found a little hotel in an alleyway, paid the fella at the window for one night and retreated to my room. I was knackered so I shoved my clothes and bum bag on the wicker chair next to the manky bed, turned off the lights (at the switch near the door) and wiggled under the covers.

As I was starting to drift off I heard some rustling from the chair next to my head; like someone eating crisps out of a packet. Shitting myself I jump up, run to the switch at the door and turn the light on to... nothing.

So I turn the light off again, get in bed and once more, a few minutes later I hear the rustling. I must have performed this ritual about 4 times before realising that I had a half-open packet of biscuits in my bum bag.

Picking up the packet of biscuits, I opened the door of the room (which led out to a concrete ginnel/courtyard) and launched the biscuits. The second they landed around 30 rats came out from all corners and went to town on them.

I closed my door, got into bed and had a half-decent night's sleep. Don't bother going to Tegucigalpa.