I wake up with a raging hangover.. No that’s a lie. I’m still relatively drunk. And actually, for once, Cynthia’s alarm clock wakes me up. It’s 8 a.m. she says, if you wanted to go diving. Dammit, I say, and roll out
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I wake up at 6:20. It looks as though the rain has cleared. I head over to the Beach House to see if I can get onto their internet today. The sky is a couple of shades of pink and purple. I
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12/28 Around 8:30 in the morning, Cyn, Jason and I head out for dives only slightly late. While Cyn and everyone else sitting on the porch scoop up gear and head for the boat, Jason and I sit dumbfounded on the bench.
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The next morning, surprisingly get up at 8:20. l oh shit, will we make it? Should we even try? But we make a collective decision to just gun for it (since there’s nothing in La Ceiba), and I wake up Jason. We
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When we pull into the hotel, it is nearly 8 o’clock at night. The reception area is completely empty. Checking in, I say to the front desk. A bellhop has already insisted on taking our bags. Is Jason here? Has he already
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I awake at 6:15 the next morning, eager to get on my way for the day. I start moving around, packing my things. The cab will be here at 7 to take us to Cangrejal. The road is long and bumpy, although
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As soon as the bus starts moving, I am passed the hell out. I am out, drooling into my shoulder as they play an 80s movie until we reach the Nica/Honduras border. We all hand over the passports and exit the bus
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Cynthia is up soon and hanging out with the hostel crew, drinking a big vat of mojitos that Cooper has cooked up with Chelo. Instead of the Flor de Cana, they use some cheap local rum that costs $1.80 a bottle. I
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