Honduras Boy and Jungle Highs

Posted by Liana at 11:48 PM

The water was only a few degrees cooler than my preferred bath-water-temperature... but the sun was blazing by two in the afternoon so it was perfect, and clear.

A little boy ran down the small hill of sand into the ocean with a ball as his floaty... waving off his mother and aunt who sat in the shade of a tree a few hundred yards away.

I was still getting over the high of swinging from the trees of the jungle canopy... attached by some wires, hooks, and ropes.... watching my life flash before me while simultaneously trying to enjoy the beauty that came with whizzing through the air at such heights. Trees made way to small views of the ocean below... then across lakes and bridges and people playing in the sand.... at one point my safety could not be attached because it would stop me from accelerating. I had to go without, knowing if the wire broke, that was it.

I look back, a month later almost, Honduras was by far my favorite of the destinations of the trip (yes, it even beat out Belize!) Maybe it was the pictures I took in my head going across the jungle canopy, hundreds of feet in the air... or perhaps the memory of the Honduras Boy that sat peacefully in the ocean, reminding me to slow down a bit...