Sea legs were required for that 1 hour ferry ride I took today from Utila to La Cieba. Thankfully I have them.  I was accurately pre-warned that it was like being in a coffin that would be rocking and rolling the entire way.

I had 4 hours to kill in La Cieba so I dropped my bag at the tourist bus station, Hedman Alas, and headed to the beach. I enjoyed being back on the mainland where the sidewalks along the car filled streets were lined with vendors selling sugar cane juice and fruit from their carts.  After chowing on an ear of grilled corn, someone was selling on the street,  I went to the beach where I found a nice bar that overlooked the water. (The main photo)

When it was time to head for San Pedro Sula I took the first class bus and it was nice. Nicer than any of the  buses I’ve been stuck on covering politicians’ bus tours!

It took about 3 hours to get to San Pedro Sula and my pal, Tony on Utila, booked me at La Hamaca Hostel. I haven’t been in a hostel in years. The property is nice as were the two people who greeted me and took my $75 for two nights. (An uneven total because I have a shared bathroom tonight, tomorrow when the room is vacant I get a private bathroom)  No dorm for me I splurged

for my own room. One young guest I saw as I arrived invited me to join the group out back for drinks.  Age is just a number right!?

Good thing because the past month I have been feeling (#notetheselfie) 17 again: “Sipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking ’bout tomorrow!”