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So finally the time came to take our leave of beautiful Roatán, sad of hearts and loose of bowels, to start our long and winding journey back to Lago de Yojoa and, eventually, to another lake in Guatemala, our de facto “home” this winter. Here is a neat and tidy chronological account of said expedition: February 8 Casually made our way to the Roatán airport in time for our 11 am flight, only after arriving on the tarmac in La Ceiba (slightly behind schedule as always) realizing that I vastly underrated the total amount of time it was going to take to get to Lago de Yojoa using multiple buses. Hence, ended up spending yet another night in the “you can go out after dark, but walk fast and make sure your holster is unclipped”-capital of Honduras, San Pedro Sula. Ate at McDonald’s, snuggled in our undersized double, spent some…

Comfortably ensconced on the sizeable couch, TV remote standing alertly by at one end, at the other a rather large dog stretched out flat on his back, legs spread and genitals bobbing to and fro, he couldn’t help but ponder how it could be that the longer they remained on this island paradise the shorter the hours seemed to get. Between this puzzling anomaly and the recent emergence of a disturbing clicking noise whenever he bent the big toe on his kicking foot it was becoming clear that this weren’t no ordinary beach. Sure, it still had fat guys strutting around in tiny bathing suits, dark smiling ladies in white linen applying therapeutic ocean view massages and dozens of guys strolling back and forth along the shore trying in vain to look casual while secretly hoping to stumble across the occasional show stopper down to the last days of her…

Well, we finally made it home – safe, sound and cold. Not a lot to report from our last couple of days; we mostly took it easy, got ourselves mentally prepared to go home and then watched the final hours tick down. We did have a touch of excitement when in San Pedro Sula we realized, thanks to the wonders of Internet banking, that somebody at the bank in Utila helped themselves to almost $500 off our VISA after we used it to take a cash advance. Who knows, though, maybe that’s just their normal service charge. Anyway, the following odds and ends are mostly just a bunch of stuff that came to mind when we started thinking back on the past month. FAVOURITE MOMENTS Coming down the side of Volcan de Pacaya Waking up in San Pedro La Laguna and having a view of Lake Atitlan from our bed…

Yeah, unfortunately, rain has been a major theme during our last week of travel abroad. Some brief showers in Livingston got the ball rolling, and from there it progressed steadily in Honduras, really picking up steam by the time we reached Utila. We got off the plane in the midst of a storm (that was Saturday) and the rain continued basically non-stop for three days (and we’re told two weeks before that, too). Most of the long-termers were moping around with this kind of dead, saturated look which hinted that an appearance of the sun might just be running neck-and-neck with a suicide attempt. The traffic on the “main” road (there are more or less only two on the island) consisted mostly of people biking along with a passenger seated crossways on the bar and an umbrella balanced clumsily on the handlebars. On the bright side, we are now the…

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