back in the poo poo

last few days were good fun, as my mom likes to say. couldnt really find any convincing reason to leave lake atitlan until it was really really necessary, which therefore led to a marathon-esque return home. the play by play: 12pm take the boat to san pedro from san marcos and hope to god we can pull some money out of the atm or else we stuck up the poo poo creek. 1pm: with pockets full of quetzales hop on the bus towards antigua. 5 pm: get to antigua and meet up with freaky cool mayan buffs an aussie and a brit. 1am: go to sleep after drinking much with said freaky mayan buffs. 4 am: bleary dreary shuttle ride to copan. 9am: honduran customs peoples try and explain to me why going to guatemala doesnt count as leaving the country and therefore i have overstayed my visa and should not be allowed back in. 9:10am: honduran customs peoples get tired of listening to me and let me back in. 10:30 am: arrive at copan. 12 noon: go to the ruins of copan. 3:30 pm: leave ruins of copan. 5 pm: get on bus towards san pedro sula. 9 pm: arrive in san pedro sula and scurry to the closest hotel which used to be nice and comfy accdg to the bobo book but is now a total piece of decrepit shit. 8 am: wake up and try and leave said hotel to find that the front door is locked and noone is around. 8:30 am: after banging on the door and everything else finally some guy on the street calls the owner -god knows how he knows her-and she scurrys over in a taxi and lets us out. 9:30 am: back at hotel send cousin off in taxi to airport. 10 am: go back to the office and finish up some work.

well now i am in a medium sized town known as siguatepeque looking for a dude named oscar ochoa who has info that will lead me to the next clue in the game of life.

exciting isnt it...