Without much time to describe the event in full detail…stay tuned as it unfolds.

Last night, I crossed the border from El Salvador into Honduras, with a fair mix of confidence and perhaps a smudge of arrogance to boot.

I felt like this was an old story, one with which I too had grown tired, crossing borders, the fear made up and only in our minds. In fact, yesterday afternoon, I had become so convinced that nothing could happen to me, that I started taking many more pictures, even my attitude towards people on the road changed. I spoke well and with joy about the project and the prayers, listening to people, and generally having a good time.

About 10k (6.5ish miles) before the border, at around 5PM, I spoke to a kind man with a big moustache who offered to let me stay at his house, cook me a meal, and rest up before crossing the border in the morning. However, because I had lagged so long in the internet cafe before, I wanted to get some good walking time in and distance covered.

I heard that inner voice telling me to take him up on his offer, but declined instead in favor of self will.

There were no problems at the border at all. I crossed with ease, save the lengthy question answer session that usually follows the introductory statements about the project, where I am headed, and so on.

I still had some energy to spare and decided I would push on, beyond the noisy trucks and their fumes, the money changers, hagglers, and transvestite prostitutes with broad shoulders, dirty hair, sport socks, and platform shoes.

I continued on and on into the starry night, with the full moon rising at my side, lighting the way in the dark, I pass a small roadside park, well-lit, wonder if I should sleep there, I pass another well-lit Luz Del Mundo church and I wonder if I should stay there, but still I continued on.

I continued walking until I came to the last lights I could see before a long stretch of forest darkness. I stopped and talked to a family, asking them about the road ahead, telling them that I am walking, no really, walking, and why. I tell them that I am also looking for a hammock or place to sleep for the night, and if they knew anywhere I might try.

They pointed me in the direction of an older woman´s house with her light on and said I might try there, that she was nice, had a large property, that was safe and secure. I thanked them for their time and made my way a few 100 meters down the highway to the woman´s house.

The family was watching television, which I could see and hear through the open, but barred windows, nearest to the street. Calling out “buenos noches”, the tv went silent and a younger teenaged boy came to the window. I could hear the grandmother behind him, telling him what to say, though she was out of sight.

I explained my situation, and that I was looking for a hammock for the evening, not usually a problem especially here where every house has dozens of hammocks, for guests, for couches, for everything under the shaded sun.

… sorry the ciber cafe is closing you will have to get the rest tomorrow.