It's quarter to ten and I'm exhausted, my eyes are fighting to close but I want to record what happened today. Not to sound any alarms, it wasn't that kind of day. It started off easily enough at a comfortable hostel. After packing our bags Anders and I thought we'd ride a little before finding a beach to swim. I don't know how we did it but we manage to miss the beach. There was one chance we came across some beach but decided to skip it imagining we'd find a better one. We didn't. We rode until it seemed futile and our last resort was to bathe in a river we had crossed earlier until a local told us to be cautious of crocs. I couldn't erase an imagine of a crocodile grabing hold of my leg and pulling me down to the depths until the life in me escapes.
Ok so no beach, life goes on. We pull over to a little place for a bite. Eggs, ham and coke and we're charged 5 dollars after the exchange is calculated. Possibly the most expensive for so little breakfast I've had in awhile. From there we head to San Vito because of the guys we met last night invited us to their coffee plantation. Not only was I going to have some great coffee but a coffee plantation is something I'd love to have a hands on look at.
We arrive to the town and Anders works on contacting Mauricio while I inspect my bike for something else that may have gone wrong. Anders come back telling me he's found someone who's going to take us there so I was to hurry. I get all my things packed up and I'm following behind for literally half a block. It's motorcycle shop, the guys last night mentioned they knew someone who would be able to help me with the light I've ended up destroying.
The light seemed simple enough and after a couple hours of working on it, now the engine didn't want to turn over. I would hear a buzz and then nothing. A quick look online and I figure it's the battery and not the starter as I feared. They don't have the right battery at the shop so Anders goes down the road to where they have it in stock somewhere else. While waiting for him to return I notice that my rear tire is warped. Basically I damaged from changing it so many times on the side of the road. They had a good tire in stock but I didn't like the price. I was thinking it was 200 for the rear. Too much I could get a set for that much, plus the irony of dropping a perfectly good set of tires in Honduras. The more I thought about the danger of a tire exploding on me wasn't a great option either. It was only a matter of time, whether I changed the tire now or Panama or the latest in Colombia. The truth was that I was changing the tire sooner than later, might as well be now.
I got a little help with the tire but for the most part I did it myself, I'm almost an expert. By the time I was done Anders had arrived with the new battery and I was anxious to know it wasn't the starter causing the problems. I could hear the engine turn but not turn over. It wasn't the battery, not the starter. We tried to figure out what was causing it not to turn over. One of the guys from the shop was amazing and was able to finally located a wire from the ignition that must have been pinched from the collision and then reforming all the bent steel that formed what used to be the faring. After who knows how many hours and meticulous work we finally got the bike running again. I am very thankful for the company I'm keeping recently. I keep thinking why is this all happening. Am I not suppose to catch this boat or is it just suppose to be all that more rewarding when I get there.
Tomorrow we're hoping to cross the border and I'll finally be in Panama.
Chinese Dinner after a long day