It's amazing what a good night's sleep in a safe, warm bed can do. On Friday morning, we decided to discover just how easy it would be to get to Honduras. T and I just wanted to get over the border to somewhere we could carry on our travels from - Keri was trying to get to Roatan - one of the Bay islands.
We discovered that the fast lanchas would only go if there were six or more people wanting to go, and we were just about to book a whole boat for the three of us - although we would have been happy to share the costs had others joined us, when we were introduced to a chap at a bar who was about to set off for Utila (another Bay Island) the very next day on a sailing boat. We couldn't believe our luck.
I was dispatched to look at the boat whilst the girls showered and did whatever it is that girls do.
When I returned, I gave a less than glowing report, however, spurred on by what can only be described as It can't be any worse than syndrome - we talked ourselves into it.
So, at six pm we found ourselves clambering over rusty oil tanks to reach a lancha to take us to the Kir
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