After a couple nights in Esteli, Honduras I was headed for the border. Once in Honduras I took a bus first from El Paraiso and then from there to Tegucigalpa. I heard Tegucigalpa didn’t have much to offer so I boarded one more bus to Comayagua. I learned quickly that Honduras is significantly more expensive than Nicaragua. After a night in Comayagua I took an odd string (the result of frugality) of buses to get to San Pedro Sula. Another bus and I was in La Ceiba. A night in a hostel there and I awoke to discover some new friends I’d made had had some articles stolen right out from under all of us while we were sleeping – one lost a cell phone and the other a laptop. Fortunately I didn’t share their misfortune.

We shared a cab to the port that serviced the Caribbean islands of Utila and Roatan. I wasn’t yet sure which I was going to, but decided once we arrived to go for Roatan. After a particularly vigilant journey across the sea to the Roatan I ended up in a cheaper area of the island known as West End. Over the next couple days here I’d meet some interesting new people, two of them being an American couple who had packed up and moved here from Florida, one for bartending and the other for training dolphins. We got to talking and I decided this is as good a place as any to hang around in for a month or two, so I moved into their two bedroom apartment, and got a bartending/waiting job at one of the more expensive places on the strip. So I’m here now, writing on the borrowed laptop of my new roommates, and starting work in 40 minutes. I wrote way more than I had intended, and thus the quality of my picture captions will suffer.