Day: January 12, 2012

Home Again, Home Again

As I brushed my teeth (with bottled water) I got a whiff from the bathroom sink that was not pleasant, like death, rot and sewage. I hope I’m leaving Honduras in time, I thought. The water makes Guatemala’s seem pristine. Crossing the border was easier the second time through. I presented my passport to the agent who commented on how many places I’d been. I walked into Guatemala and was readmitted there. Then I walked […]

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