After visiting my friends Crystal & Simon on the 17th, I was on the bus to San Pedro Sula with the intention of going to Belize that day but looked at the clear blue sky and decided, "I'm going to Roatan" (one of the Bay Islands off the north coast of Honduras). I get to Roatan at 6 pm and it's pouring rain. Sigh.
The next day the sun was not making an appearance so I decided to rent a scooter to ride around the island. Keep in mind that I've never driven a scooter let alone ridden on one but I was in 'vacation mode' and wouldn't let that stop me. After learning how to start the engine (hooray!), I head east and keep riding for 15 miles. It was so much fun!
...until I see the turn off for this town, French Harbor, and decide that I must go there. As I turn right, I hit a pothole and go flying! People run out of their cabs to make sure I'm alright, help me up, help me with the scooter and were just overall wonderful. I'm scratched up but more than anything I was embarassed. I start riding back to West End (where I was staying) and decided that I would cut my adventure short for the sake of my health and for other people on the road.
As I write this, I am currently in southern Belize. Tomorrow I'm headed to San Ignacio, in the west and this weekend, I should be in Tikal, Guatemala. But I don't have any true plans as I've decided to travel wherever the wind takes me. Or knocks me over.