Throw me the idol, I throw you the whip!

So I skipped out of El Salvador without riding a single wave. The surf just never materialized, and the town never got any more charming. Two full days in decommissioned Midwestern school busses put me over the border into Honduras on to Copan Ruinas.

Copan. What can I say? It's spectacular. I can see why people dedicate their whole lives to this sort of thing. I'm sure my pictures won't do the place justice.

I'm now on Roatan, trying to get in a few dives and a suntan. Everybody here speaks English. I feel like I'm cheating.

written by  Jason Kester on February 4, 2002 from West End, Honduras
from the travel blog: Central America
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