La Ceiba to Naranjal

It was a very early morning back to La Ceiba. We tried to sleep on the ferry, but after getting completely soaked by a wave splashing against the sides (we were on the top deck), we were too cold to sleep. Ceiba was a very interesting city. It is big, and the powerlines evidence the fact that it got big too fast and without direction.

Due to a scary allergic reaction to the jellyfish we were stung by yesterday, Regina had to go to the hospital. It was a nice private hospital, patronized mainly by the rich and peace corp workers. It was frustrating at first because rather than let Regina go to the emergency room, which she needed, the peace corp told her to go see a specialist. After spending an hour being shuffled from one line to the next, Regina was informed that the doctor had gone on a lunch break and would be back after 2. At this point, Regina was having trouble breathing. Peace Corp finally relented and told her she could go to the ER. There, the doctor told her that the bumps covering her entire body were bug bites from little bugs, and he started to prescribe an anti-itch cream. Without getting too hysterical, Regina and I explained that it was not bug bites, that I had been stung by the same thing and did not have hives forming all over my body, that bug bites do not generally make a person unable to breath, etc. The doctor changed his diagnosis, and after a quick shot in the ass (Regina's, not mine), we were on our way.

After a couple of quick errands--grocery shopping, checking email, calling home, checking out apartments--we took the chicken bus back to Naranjal. It was a nice chill night. We made brownies for Regina's host mom and sister and hung out with Robyn and Patrick, two other peace corp workers who were passing through.