Sunday, November 19, 2006


My computer crashed.

NOW what do I do????


Thursday, November 16, 2006

West End, Roatan

The sunsets here are awesome.

I love this rickety dock.

And more setting sun, as viewed from the appropriately named "Sundowner's."

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Um, you mean a shot of rum?

German tourist at a West End restaurant, upon receiving the mojito he ordered:

"Uh, yez, I would like somezing *like* zis drink... but WIZZOUT de mint."


(Since they don't have

I am alive

I have been a terrible slacker with this blog. I would like to say that it's because of hit or miss internet access, and that's true to a degree. Aside from that though, I have been running around, and writing in places other than here. Oops. At some point I will try and transfer that writing to the blog... maybe.

Because guess what I have in store for all you lucky kids???

Restaurant reviews!!!

Yes, that's right, come back soon to witness BFC shred NEARLY EVERY eatery in La Ceiba! Whoohoo! It's gonna be fun.

Anyway, I had planned to upload a bunch of pictures from Trujillo, the Rio Cangrejal, and Pico Bonito cloudforest here, but alas (surprise surprise) this [EXPLETIVE] internet service on Roatan cannot handle the load. Only one measly picture uploaded successfully. Here it is:

This (above) is one of the lovely houses at Banana Beach Resort in Santa Fe, just outside of Trujillo. I had the good fortune to be invited to stay there by the owners of the place. They have three such houses so far, plus tennis courts, a beach bar/restaurant, and other housing units are forthcoming. The best part is that all of this is located right on the beach!

Anyway, now I'm in West End, Roatan. Pics to follow when internet connections allow.


PS - please let me know if you are unable to see this picture. For the first time, I simply uploaded from my computer rather than the more arduous path of hosting the photo on I don't know if this will affect things or not.

Wednesday, November 08, 2006


So I moved into this furnished apartment, thinking I would finally get the peace and privacy I desired in the wake of a torturous week at the Hotel Italia. What a sweet dream that was... ha.

I am like an angry beta fish, sulking in my transparent bowl, nothing but a token swath of cheap plastic seaweed behind which to hide.

I like privacy. I hate people at my door. I want my home to be a refuge, where I can be sick or well, dressed or undressed, awake or asleep, without anyone else knowing, caring or bothering me.

Yeah, anyway...

First of all, my landlords are nosy. Second, they´re loud. Third, they wake up at six in the morning every day, so that they can be their loud and nosy selves outside my window JUST as the sun is coming up. Beautiful.

This particular morning, as I am on day three of a body-wracking sickness, undoubtedly caused by inadequately washed something-or-other, I sat at the kitchen table sipping tea and breathing deeply until my landlord yelled my name through the mostly closed window slats.


I opened the door.

¨?Va a salir?¨ he asks me, smiling brightly. (Are you going to go out?)

I stared at him dumbly for a moment, and then mumbled something to the effect that I might... like an idiot.

Great! He was pleased, since the carpenter was here to install shelves in my closet. (Note - I have been here a week and that stupid carpenter has also been on the property every day - how about a fucking 24 hour notice or something??? At this point I don´t even WANT shelves anymore, I just want to be left alone.)

So there I stand, barefoot, bra-less, unshowered. My parasitic insides roil in weak protest of any separation between them and my nice clean bathroom.

Fuck, again.

I dress and leave, wondering if the internet cafe has a public bathroom... and doubting it.

Thursday, November 02, 2006

Thinking of a swim?

Well La Quinta Real is raking the beach now... see all the nice little piles of driftwood? I have no idea what they are going to do with them, but they raked, at any rate.

The beach at La Quinta is really the only option for swimming in La Ceiba, as far as I´ve found anyway. Stray much beyond the hotel property and you will come upon this sign:

There is another sign indicating that the water is contaminated, but for some reason I couldn´t upload that one.