The last dawn in Honduras, for now, maybe for ever. Not sure I'll pass this way again. So, June 10th I was up at 4:00 am, because we had to be by Oscar Orlando's office, our logistics guy, at 6:00. It was going to be a miracle morning. Load up the bike and car on a tow truck at 6:00, to be taken to a warehouse to await the next boat, which unfortunately is the 18th, not the 11th as we had originally hoped. So, we'll be waiting for the vehicles in Florida until the 23rd or so. Oscar, or Orlando as he likes to call himself, then personally drove us to the Puerto Cortes, an hour away, to the aduana, to see what was needed to get our passports cleared of the vehicles. Part of the problem is that the vehicles are supposed to leave the country first, you then get your passport stamped, and your clear. Wasn't going to happen with us. We got there, waited for a while, he talked to some lady through a half opened door... and nothing... basically the translation was that they are all sitting in a meeting, but there's no problem leaving the country because of the COVID thing, have a nice day... Ok then, so then he drove us to the airport an hour and a half back and waited outside until we told him we were cleared. And we were... they didn't ask a single question about the vehicles. Of course I'll probably get fined $1000 the next time I try to enter Honduras!... At the airport, everyone was wearing their masks and being good citizens. Some people were literally in full body suits, with masks, glasses, and shields. Getting into the plane we had the mandatory 6 ft spacing marked off on the ground with big yellow stickers.. "stand here"... then you get in the plane and it's the usual madhouse trying to get everyone seated, and it was a pretty full plane... really.. you're going to keep me six feet apart, and then sit me down rubbing elbows? Before the flight they sent out emails if anyone had flexible traveling plans and was willing to bid, to be payed, on getting a later flight. Later flight? There was no later flight, until August 2nd... I doubt they had any takers on that offer. There had been other flights on the schedule, but they were all gone.. cancelled, according to the US Embassy. Our flight took off late and arrived late, then we had to wait because apparently Airforce 1 was moving about the airport... Guess Trump was visiting his Florida digs... Before we know it, we're in the back of a Lyft zooming along the interstate toward our Miami destination, so we're close to the port. As I was sitting in the back of the car (our driver was from Venezuela, spoke very little English) looking out the window, I felt like Neo, in the Matrix, when he first reentered the Matrix after getting out... I know this place; the clean smooth streets, quickly flowing organized traffic, shiny building, like landing in some futuristic Utopian city... Yes, but it has it's price. Our host in Miami was a nice enough lady, but she speaks broken English, and asked me to speak English slower... huh, interesting transition... guess of all the places we could have landed in the US, Miami is about as close to being in Latin America without being in Latin America, so back to speaking Spanish for a few more days... the irony. Today we took a walk down to the beach, a bit cloudy, but the water was like a bathtub. It felt good. February was the last time we had a good swim in the Ocean. They even brought out the blue carpet for us. Don't know exactly what the next chapter will be, or when the RTW will continue, if it does at all, will the world ever be back to some normalcy to allow it? Don't know, but it's going to be interesting.