omoa honduras

it fills me with great sadness that i havent uploaded pictures yet. sherry asked for some and all i can say is, ten paciencia. or, for her, in portuguese it may be, tengy pachiencia. i dont know.

also, i am going to try to format these things into semi-legible writings. it probably wont last long, tough.

ok, so the last time i wrote,we were in lvingston. that was a cute little town. you know, when drunk men are dancing to bob marley, you know andrea would love it. it is only accesable by water, and that made it pretty, i think, because not a whole lot of junk was lying about, visible to the untrained eye. we basically just hung out there and took in the city. we sat at the beach, but didnt get in, because it wasnt especially alluring. i think we started a trend because suddenly there were 20 other people, all taking in the sea breeze. later we went out to eat, and i was really feeling my sunburnt-thanks-to-rio-dulce-tour knees and legs.i also havent had an appetite since provo, which is weird, because the food is so good. i had eaten fish earlier in the day, and it was yummy. but that night all i had was a coco frio and some flan. healthy? probably not. we walked the main street a couple times and saw and heard some men playing the drums. we stopped and listened. livingston has garifuna people, who are caribbeans. one lady wanted to braid my hair. the last thing i wanted was someone putting their hands in my hairs, though it probably would have tamed this mess. anyway, the next morning we hopped on a boat to puerto barrios, and when we got there, we hopped on a micro to corinto, in honduras, and then after we passed through the border with el chino ruben, and exchanged some quetzales for lempiras, we hopped on a bus to omoa, where we are presently. i wasnt feeling to hot at that point, and i wasnt too happy about the situation, but after a drink of two bags of water, i was much better. we are staying in a place called rolys place. he seems like he is kind of sick of people and their stupid questions, and its funny. there are free bikes, so we biked to a sweet fortress. it explained the whole cristobal colon thing, and talked about pirates. speaking of pirates, we wont be going to the waterfalls round here, because !!robbery!! armed!! with gun and machete!! according to the sign that roly made. we played at the beach after that and made friends with a little boy named garito who was the cutest little thing. he was happy to play with the little hermit crab we found, and i used my snorkel and mask to find little shells to put in his dump truck slash aquarium. so cute. he wanted to use my mask, but i told him it would be too big. but he kept trying to prove that he was a big boy, by swimming in water too deep for him. his little brother was cute and a little bit scared until we got to shallower water. he started dancing. his name was tutui. blue little eyes, so cute. finally, gardito proved his bigness and i let him use the mask and snorkel. the first time he went under water, he went ALL THE WAY UNDER. i pulled him up, he was laughing, and i tried to explain that the point of the snorkel was to stay on the water surface. he sort of got the hang of it. we left by telling him mucho gusto, and walked out of the water. at the edge of the water, we found a big snail slurking around in the water. it was big, and didnt seem to care when i tapped it with my foot. the sun was setting bright orange on the bay, and i was liking the place. we got a bite to eat, and the fanta was delectable. this morning we biked around to explore, i found some little shells, and i shook the hand of a bra salesman. i think i will go now. tomorrow we will be in copan. i love you all. hasta luegito.