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Published: March 23rd 2008
We were excitedly to leave San Pedro, slutty hippie girls and all, behind and get to a new country and the carribean paradise of the Bay Islands. We drove roughshot over almost all of Guatemala before stopping at a highway town close to the border. As we drove into town a cop on a motorbike approached the window. I was sure we were in for out first trouble with the authorities of our trip. Turned out the guy just asked us where were going and after we told him the name of the hotel him and his buddies gave us what amounted to a police escort through the city and to our hotel. There we met an extremely talkative aussie girl who told us a wild story about a shipwreck she was in near Panama. The next day we crossed the border into Honduras with relative ease. We ended up making it all the way to La Ceiba, party capitol of Honduras. It just so happens that last week was Semante Sante, the holy week and virtually the only holiday that people get off from work. The entire country comes to the beach, the streets were packed with cars, partiers, and concerts were everything. This was way bigger than any Carnivale that we saw in Veracruz. By 9 oclock everyone was stumbling around and the party lasted til close to 4 in the morning. We stayed in a dirty hostel dor, room with Honduran vacationers. I woke up to the large fat man in the bed next to me vomiting on the floor between our beds. Disgusting but all part of the party in my eyes. IN the morning we learned that none of the boats ran because it was good friday so we were stuck in hungover La Cieba for a whole day and night. We found a luxury hotel, for 20 bucks, with a cable tv and AC and nursed our hangovers by watching hours of NCAA tourney games. A night of Jaeger myster and an early morning boatride landed us on bustling Utila, island of dive shops and bars. A chill canadian guy tipped us off about a mellow diveshop and we are staying there while I get my basic certificaiton and Barton gets his wreck diviing class. Last night we found the Bruins game and watched in horror as our offensive challenged Bruins almost lost, again. Today we are going to go explore the island and start our scuba classes tommorow.
til next time...
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spiff dogg
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hot dogs....polish
i dont want to interrupt your trip or anything but ive got a story to tell you i think youd appreciate. had 3rd row behind home plate in tucson last week for a white sox v as game. whilst talking baseball, conrad said the white sox hadnt had a shortstop in 20 years. the kids in front of us said ozzie guillen was pretty good. conrad said, "yeah, but he swung at everything". they seemed to agree...reluctantly. after a couple frames of wondering coupled with the fact that ozzie kept coming over and talking spanish to them, we realized that we had just quasi put down these two kids father. we sat next oswaldo jr. and oney (and his stacked gf). incredible fun. and then jim thome dropped the hammer on the cubs the next day. kept yelling at fukodome to "go back to yugoslavia!!!!"