Or field in this case…to get to the garbage dump to hang out with her rooster. Oh, same old story in Brooklyn my feathered friend.
After visiting Tikal in Guatemala my new bus friends (the other gringos on the bus ride from Tegucigalpa to La Ceiba) and I were offered lodging at a locals house as we had missed the last ferry crossing to Roatan. Apparently, there was no where else to stay or everywhere else was booked, can’t remember. I also can’t remember my fellow travelers’ names or our hosts’ names but never the less am grateful for the kindness of strangers.