I’ll be leaving for home in Honduras July 9th.
The Skagit River, a flowing colossus, races relentlessly past my daughter and son-in-law’s home 20 meters from their elevated outdoor deck. The other side of the seemingly alive, sinuous, green, always moving presence, is 200 meters distant. I marvel at its immense, never-ending quantity of water slipping by; quiet, lethal, both sides bordered by a forest of huge pine and evergreen trees.
The heading reflects the Hispanic acronym for the US of Northamerica. I reached Seattle, Washington after a 25-day drive from La Paz, La Paz, Honduras through Guatemala and Mexico. The trip an unforgettable experience, I intend to write a travel article about my adventure. I drove up Mexico’s west coast to reach the Nogales, Arizona border crossing. When I return to Honduras in a couple of months I intend to drive down along the eastern part of the country bordering the Caribbean Sea. This trip I will take along a GPS unit.
I entered Mexico from Guatemala on May 5, 2019: Cinco de Mayo. 3,000 miles after I left La Paz, La Paz, Honduras, I arrived in Nogales, Sonora, Mexico on May 20th. On the other side of “La Linea” is Nogales, Arizona, USA. Today I arrived in Yuma, Arizona as I continue my journey to my daughter’s house in San Diego. It has been a journey of discovery. A journey with failures, and successes. Also fear. Fear after multiple vivid confrontations with death. I have been fortunate on this “bucket list” leap into the unknown. After San Diego, I journey north to Seattle where family await my arrival. I pray The Lord my soul to keep.
I have been driving for 7 days. I spent 2 days in Tapachula, Mexico and here in Puerto Escondido I have spent 2 days. Tomorrow I head for Acapulco and estimate I will need to drive 10 more days to reach the U.S. border in Nogales, Arizona.
There’s no fool like an old fool. It was 90°F/32°C last Thursday and there I was under a hot sun moving heavy boxes of books to put in storage. By noon I realized I had dehydrated my body as well. When I returned to the home I’m vacating, sopped in sweat, it hit me all at once. Sunstroke/Heatstroke dropped me like gangbusters. I collapsed on my bed and slept all afternoon and 12 hours the next day arising occasionally to void dark-orange urine. At my age it is a miracle I didn’t have a cardiac infarct. It has taken three days to get back into a normal shape. Tomorrow the kids at the Children’s Home will be helping me move the heavy stuff, they’re on a week’s vacation for Semana Santa, the Holy Week before Easter.
The week before the kids returned to school from their three-month vacation, I took them to the Comayagua Archaeological Museum where dinosaur bones millions of years old are on display, bones that have been excavated from the Comayagua Valley. Celia compares her forearm to a dinosaur bone.
Driving a long distance requires careful planning. Think two weeks on the road through three Spanish-speaking countries with the US of Norteamerica near the Canadian border the final destination. When I travel long cross-country distances, I approach the journey like a job. I begin at 7 am, stop for a leisurely lunch and at 4 pm I look for a hotel/motel to spend a relaxing night for a comfortable sleep after a nice dinner. It is wise to stop at a bank when entering a different country to puchase enough of a local currency to carry you to the next country’s customs crossing: credit card thieves inhabit every nook and cranny. Another indispensable item is a good map with your route highlighted from begining to end in addition to purchasing a smart phone with GPS. I am 5 weeks from my start date (I’m also busy vacating my house and putting everything in storage). More travel info in the weeks ahead.
Ten years ago today I arrived in Honduras as a Peace Corps Volunteer Aspirante. After a 3-month training period, I and my 50-member class that was trained at three different sites, became full-fledged PCVs, agents of the US State Department and assigned all over the country. After my two-year service requirement was complete I decided to remain in Honduras as a permanent resident. At the top left of the
A friend of mine owns an aquatic park and has allowed the children to swim free while on school holiday.
Classes begin February 4th after a three-month vacation.
In four months I will be traveling the Pan American Highway from my home in Honduras to the States. In Honduras, no Honda agency will service a hybrid car. Except one in La Ceiba where I take my Honda every few months for a 21-point maintenance and also enjoy a few days relaxing on the Caribbean coast. They, however, lack the computer technology to complete an interior inspection of the vehicle. The cross-country trip in my Honda hybrid will take me through El Salvador, Guatemala, Méjico, and finally to the US border in Arizona. After I reach Seattle, my brave litle 2008 Honda with a current 43,000 miles on the odometer will receive a thorough check-up. And I have an appointment with my orthopedic surgeon. A ninth surgery on my injured right arm is a possibility. My Honda and I have been together since I entered the Peace Corps 10 years ago. We intend to return to Honduras once our check-ups are complete.