I was nervous about coming to Honduras.
You go to Honduras, be careful, they say.
People said I had guts to give everything up and travel in the first place. Nah, I’m only afraid of more important things, I’ve still got a few things to prove. I felt I had to go to Tegucigalpa, to prove to myself that I’m not afraid of these places.
*WARNING* There might actually be some useful information contained in this post, somewhere (at last). Right or wrong, who the hell knows.
Everywhere you go in the world, there are mopes walking around with beautiful girls and everyone in the place stops what they’re doing and looks and wonders how those girls wound up with those mopes.
For 48 hours, we were those guys.
The blackness devoured me fast. I couldn’t remember falling asleep but I was awake again. But almost immediately it began to shroud and eat me up once more but I could feel something in the room with the insects and us, something to the right of me, but no matter how hard I tried I could not move like there was something pressing down on me, and then I became frighteningly aware that there was SOMETHING in the room, without a doubt, and I was thinking that in the morning I would say to Boxhead, we have to leave here, we can’t stay, and I thought that I heard one of the girls scream, but it sounded tiny and very far away, and I was immovable. Everything seemed so heavy, my bed seemed amorphous and I was sinking deeper and deeper into it. I could feel the unseen thing right there, next to me, taste it. I squirmed and struggled and groaned and fought to penetrate the darkness with all my strength but the energy was not there then my eyes were suddenly open. I blinked them. Everybody was asleep. There was nothing else. I felt my eyes closing again and fought with everything in me to avoid the same dreams as I descended into unconsciousness.