I want to live again 12/18

Up at 3 to catch the 330 shuttle and but to La Cieba, Honduras. I was so excited that I slept all night w/o puking I could hardly contain myself, then I would get dizzy and sit. This was going to be an interesting ride. The cobblestone roads didn't help and I was prepping for the barf bag. So sad we were leaving Antigua w/o seeing much of it. I got a couple rooftop pics I think. Andy was a gem this whole time although he was feeling like shit too.

Not too much to report today. Jumped on the bus from GC at 4, changed buses at the Honduras border, then again in San Pedro Sula, then arrived in La Cieba at 630. I was stoked to be on the bus all day because I didn't have to do any walking (which I was incapable of doing). I didn't puke but there were some scares. I was able to work my way up to eating bread and bland chips. Smells still get to me. I overhear a girl behind us talking about her day 2 w/ food poisoning. Glad I'm not the only one suffering.

We met a Canadian on the bus and headed his way since he spoke more Spanish than we did. We finally found the ATM after asking 4 people and they all gave us different directions. We stopped for dinner, meaning I had Gatorade, Andy had empanada looking things and regretted it a bit later. Back at the hostal and wondering if I should douse myself in poison w/ all the mosquitoes around or take my chance at not getting bit. The way this trip is going the odds aren't in my favor. But what the hell, what's a trip to the Carribean if you don't have the mosquito scars to show for it?