Yellow Point Lodge
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... This young mother of 5, soon in December to be 6 children, has everything against her except for the small team of María and Dunía with the backing of ERIC and Padre Melo. Magna is barely able to get going in the morning, far from being to advocate for herself. She faces a trial or court hearing sometime in early 2015, which potentially could be disastrous given that the Honduran judicial system is a shambles. Even at the best Magna will ...
... in the package. I had to do the regular routine - remove belt and suspenders, shoes, empty pockets and everything had to be scanned and then my carry on was again inspected and my coffee packages re-sniffed. When we were called for boarding inside another passageway our hand luggage was again inspected, as if we had any opportunity to add anything other than duty free purchases.
My flight to Houston was pleasant as I had three seats to myself so ...
... t lose any weight, in part for lack of exercise. I enjoyed tortillas and black beans, so the food was good to me and I had no problems. I was disappointed to see that most people buy their fresh tortillas. There was a lady in the downtown area who had a little sidewalk kiosk and hot plate. Often we would stop, blocking traffic, while she came to the window with 50 fresh hot corn tortillas.
I have slept 11 hours during the nights and still needed an afternoon snooze. I ...
... super easy, using the new machine check in procedure. However I did get an idea of the size of the Vancouver airport when I had to hike quite a distance to find an Air Canada checkin for my main bag going to the Island. That done I found the waiting area, boarded the small plane that crosses to the Island and experienced one of the bumpiest trips ever to the Island. Anne Marie, Robert and Izzie were there to greet me. I was home by 12:15 am and ...
... a line.
Having driven miles inland, it feels strange to find yourself at a sea harbour, the product of being at the end of a very very long inlet.
We stopped in the harbour for a lunch in the sun. As I waited for the food, and Henry and Simon explored, an otter walked passed me and into a shop!. I just thought it was normal, only for the locals to say that they had never seen such a thing. So another ...