At 8:30 in the morning, Jenni and Asaf waved to me from the dock as I made a final trip across the river to Rio Dulce. Gary-the-Hotel-Owner told me it would take four-and-a-half hours to get to Copí¡n Ruinas in Honduras. It was about twice that. In Rio Dulce there were no armed guards monitoring our entry to the bus this time. We didn’t even have to buy a ticket till we were on our way. […]
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