Yesterday I crossed into Honduras, so far the longest border crossing. Not sure why the woman just told me the system was slow and I suppose it didn't help arriving before lunch. After five hours and payment to the bank I was free but given the time I wasn't going to make it anywhere I had intended to. 

After an hour I found a nice little remote spot and set up camp. It was a beautiful night with a million stars, for some reason my sleeping mat is leaking a hole but I haven't been able to find a hole. I'll look at it tonight.

I was up and on the road around 7. I found a little spot and got some pupulsas for breakfast and a coffee. It's funny that all the coffee producing countries make it hard to find a decent cup of joe. If I could only find a starbucks, joking. I was planning to making some serious kilometres to make up for the last two days "wasted". Maybe a half hour into the day, another fucking flat. These things happen. I got it rapaired, but the location was strange, and I couldn't find a nail. I was low on patched and ended up using my last two. I had a kid come and give me a hand. Really nice of him even though I told him I didn't really need help. The patch didn't seem to take but after a little more air it seem to. 

Got to the next town of Santa Rosa and got a new tube for down the road. I didn't like the quality but it was all they had. Onward to Gracias. My friend Manual showed me where to turn, I gave him my many thanks for sticking around and I was off to Gracias. 20 kilometres out and the tire blows. I do everything to keep control and manage to take her over to the side. I don't worry because I have a new tube. 

At this time another motorcyclist pulls over, I told him I'm alright but he sticks around anyway. I install the tube and as I'm pumping it up I can here it's leaking. All I have now is the front tube. It's a larger skinnier tube but I think it'll work in a pinch and a pinch is what I'm in. It seems to take. I install the wheel in the bike again and I'm on my way. I'm tempted to head back to Santa Rosa, but I'd rather just keep going. 

On the road again and the rear feels really funny. I look back at the wheel and can see it's wobbling. I look forward and I'm heading off road towards a big rock. I don't know how I'm not in worse shape. As far as crashes go it can always be worse. I was pumped with adrenaline, I could feel it race through my veins. I didn't panic but I had to get the bike out of the ditch. The bike started up amazingly and I was able to drive it out of the ditch. The front farring is smashed to bits, no more windshield, no front light. Steering seems fine if not a little off, but I think it's an adjustment not damaged. 

I got to the next settlement of people and the rear tire blows, again I'm trying to maintain control and bring it to a stop. I'm out of options other than to find someone who'll take me somewhere to get it fixed. Across the street are some guys sitting around and I go to talk with them. They ask if I want to load up the bike onto the truck and I'm only happy to do so. What else could I do now. 

They drive about 5 kms to the town of Gracias. The first mechanic doesn't want anything to do with it. They drive back and drop me off at the guy who does tires. When we take off the rear wheel I discover the damage is worse than I thought. The fall has basically destroyed the rear rack. Right now I'll find a hotel and lick my wounds and figure what's my next step. I found a welder who can fix it for 20. I think everything is short of disaster. I'll figure things out. Stay positive.