The Burly Unknown!

It had been raining for 15 days straight in Honduras.  Most of the roads are washed out and the rivers are swollen and in danger of flooding their banks.

Let´s go rafting!!!

After being stuck on Utila for 5 days, getting up every morning at 6 am to walk half a mile in the rain to see if the ferry is running, me and a group of travelers decided we needed to get off the island at all costs.  We decided to get a plane and fly off.  All costs actually ended up being $65; not very dramatic.

We arrived in La Ceiba soaked and unhappy.  What does one do when their soaked and unhappy?  Go to Applebee´s.  After a satisfying and lively meal (I had one of those artery clogging triple appetizer meals.  I had to sign a waiver and the waiters were required to hover above me with a defibrilator), we began to search for accommodations.  After we had settled ourselves at a hostel, comfortable and dry and reeking of mildew, we sorted out our options.  We could either try to get down to Nicaragua the next day or chance fate and test our mettle against the raging torrents of the Rio Cangrejal.  What did we choose to do you ask?  (Insert kick ass music)

The Cangrejal was awesome, if a little scary.  It was my third chance to test out my Olympus waterproof camera (the first two being Semuc Champey and scuba diving).  This is one of the only pics I took.  It is difficult to take photos while rocketing down class 87 rapids.