Adios Honduras?

Whiskey and I were out exploring the other day, when he fell into a pit.

A pit of despair.

And he's asking himself a question I find myself asking today:

What do I do now?


Let me explain...

Kicking Asses

Funny stuff about Donkey Polo...
a week too late

It was nice seeing my host family again and people remembering my name after 8 months. Some of the Hondurans even remembered my name too!

Donkey Polo: Gringos continue 18-year losing streak
Final Score: 41-2 Catrachos

Our asses got kicked...

Half of Life

Half of life is showing up. This couldn't have been made more obvious to me than it was the other night.

It's the end of the year and everyone is either harvesting coffee or finishing school. The high school held its graduation ceremony this past Friday and I was formally invited by one of the teachers. I arrived 15 minutes late to the main salón. I'm really trying to show up late to things, but it's hard. Fifteen minutes wasn't enough. I stood around awkwardly with the few other early birds for another 45 minutes. I don't know how it always happens, but la hora Hondureña is one hour later. And if you think like that, they're pretty much on time.