Leon

so we crossed over into honduras for a day, and now we are in nicaragua. lately it feels like we are just biking through the middle of nowhere. there is nothing out here. i don't recognize the plants, even the vultures look different. today it poured, and poured, and poured, and i remember staring at this dead dog laying in a puddle of water, and an old man careening around the road on this make shift bicyle and just thinking how insane all of this is.
i think there must be less and less tourists in these parts of central america because all day long we hear chants of "gringo! gringo! gringo!" a lot of the houses are made out of mud, and there will be kids in the yard watching the road and as soon as they see us, they start up with the "gringo" chant. i can't tell if it's derogetory or not. yesterday erik, peter and i stopped at this gas station and all these people were just staring so hard at us. i kept making jokes that we should start taking off all of our clothes to see if it would make them blink. oh my god, i'm in this in internet cafe, and they're playing that song that goes, "if you go to san francisco, be sure to put a flower in your hair." i'm not going back to san francisco for a long time.
once we get to panama city, erik is going to go back to vermont. i think he and his girlfriend miss each other a lot, and he is running out of money and getting tired. also, we all got in a fight with gary, and he hopped on a bus to costa rica. so soon it will just be peter and i. how weird is that. i'm really sad that erik is leaving. everyday i talk about him leaving a lot so that i can get used to the idea. i say things like, "when you get back you can wear nice clothes all the time." or like, "hey when you're in vermont it wont be hot all the time and any time you get hungry you can find something to eat. that will be awesome." the internet here is super, super slow and i'm having trouble uploading photos. so that's it for this post. love,
-jessie
p.s. i think my stupid fever is finally gone, and i'm back on the ciphro.
p.p.s. today when i was finding us a hotel, i left my bike with erik and peter, and when i came out they were talking to this guy about the trip, and then this women selling food on the side of the road started yelling at us, "he's a theif! he's going to steal your bike!" and the guy didn't even blink or anthing and peter and erik had no idea what the lady was saying because they don't speak much spanish, and i had to be like, "we have to go now." it really weirded me out.