one man and his island

ok couldn't resist. Here's a token picture of me on a desert island. Yes really. Sorry. I got pretty frazzled from being on the go non stop so decided to take half a day time out. I got a dive boat over to a cay off the coast of the island of Utila where I have spent the past 2 nights, then sea kayaked over to the place where you see me above. Nobody else there. A whole island to myself. Of course, once i had beached my kayak, there was only one thing to do. Go for a run. I lasted all of 4 minutes before the pebbles started to hurt my bare feet too much. But never mind. I almost regretted taking my camera when an unexpected wave threatened me with capsizing. But i am pleased to have brought back evidence of my trip.

So if that hasn't sickened you too much and you are still reading this, the job is going pretty well. I have been getting quicker and a lot more assertive. It's amazing how being with a clipboard gives you a sense of authority. Hondurans are a friendly bunch and so far so good. A couple of observations:

1. if you want to look like charlie big potatoes, here's the place to do it. They barely have any coins here. the smallest note is 1 lempira (the currency is named after an indigenous warrior who almost defeated the Spanish conquistadores). It's worth about 5 pence. So you could have a wad of fifty and only be carrying two pounds fifty.

2. it's interesting how TV limits and tastes are different. I switched on the hotel telly after arriving from a bumpy chicken bus ride. within half an hour of news i had seen close-ups of four mangled bodies (don't worry mum and dad, there weren't many gringos).

anyway, my internet time is mounting. i have to check out the final few hotels here. It's the sort of place were people seem to linger longer than they planned. oh well. i've had my time on a desert island....

more soon. xx