San Pedro Sula, 5 a.m.

This morning we said goodbye to Jen and Miriam, with only a small mishap. The taxi we had confirmed last night failed to show up, and when I called the dispatcher he was unable to locate any taxis. So we jumped in the car and raced to the terminal to catch their 6 a.m. bus. And in my haste to leave I didn't realize that the door was locked, stranding poor Amanda on the balcony. At least she had the hammock.

It's been a while since I'd been up this early, but it's well worth it. This is the east-facing view off of our balcony.