Trip Start Sep 28, 2011
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I've been taking a lot of pictures over the past couple of days, trying to get some good ones for the Go Help website, to really get across what has happened here. In truth, nothing I could have captured on film will echo the emotions of how each of us were feeling
After we share yet another wonderful meal (paid for by the Honduran government no less) we stop by Gabriella's home for some coffee. It's not just any coffee; it's grown in the mountains behind her house, roasted on the premises, and bagged in her front room. We are each served the freshest cup I've ever tasted, and given a bag of beans as a gift. It really is a lovely gesture. Gabby runs a growing company, and is in the process of setting up her business. So long as the coffee keeps tasting this good, she's going to have no problems. The only problem is, I don't so much as drink coffee as eat the beans. I feel my fellow travelors will be scraping me off the roof later on.
So that's it all over. We pile into the back of a 4WD and head back to the hostel. It's a funny feeling knowing we are not going to be transported anywhere in the back of an ambulance anymore. I now have to make my way on my own steam. It's a daunting prospect, as I have come to love the safety, security and relative luxuary that Chupa afforded us. The road ahead is unclear, but it's going to be interesting to find out where it leads.
A late night fueled by various house beers and coffee beans ensures I won't be up early tomorrow. For the first time, we don't have anywhere to be, and the only direction I'm heading is the one I choose for myself.