It's 7:14am and I have been out of contact for over 24 hours. I so wish that I could send out a text message or email telling everyone that we are okay, but I guess that's the reality of where we're at.
We finally got off the bus in the capital of Honduras at 12:30am after a 20+ hour day and we just wanted to be off the streets, so we ducked off into the closest hotel (on the same block), paid too much, and got hosed on the exchange rate...because that's what our mothers would have wanted us to do.
After getting to bed at about 2, we woke up at 6 and decided to get out of here. There is a town called La Esperanza that sounds wonderful-- so we decided to head for it. That meant us each loading up 2 backpacks and walking to an ATM then a city bus then a coach bus. Then we found out it's a 4 hour ride. Oh well. I think we have some lime flavored corn nuts and water. I'm not even sure I like corn nuts.
Now that I'm on the bus, I have a grandmother screaming the plan of salvation to us in spanish as she walks up and down the aisles. I appreciate what she's doing, but to be honest, Disco Man was less annoying. At least he didn't have a sizable rear end that brushed me every time he walked down the aisle.
The biggest thing on my mind though, is that I hope that the people who love me aren't too worried. We're safe and we're good.
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