One bend, a fart and a fish

We are plowing along nicely through the montains of  Hondurus. The roads have been rocky and steep but we have been loving i!. It a nice break to be up higher in some dry, pine forrest. Though soon we will be plunging and bumping back to the swelter of the Carribean.
  A cyclist by the name of Zack, came and went. We shared a few good days and some rugged terrain together but he has gone off  to persue other, less english spoken roads . We are now also pedaling with Anna Wishfish. She has been riding since Alaska and is quite a hearty Austrailian, old enough to be Kelly´s mom.
  I´ll get some pics up on this beast in Trullio.