At the Galaxy Wave ferry terminal in La Ceiba, Honduras, I sat nervously, checking for signs that my dramamine had started to kick in. Why wasn’t my mouth dry yet? Why did I feel so awake? Why wouldn’t it stop raining? Things were not looking good.
From the category archives:
In May 2010 I left my job and Australia to travel the world indefinitely. This is the story of that trip and the others to come. Want to know 
