Casa Bonita, the largest restaurant in the world in 1974, now probably just the weirdest.

Punk rock house show, my ears are still ringing.

70 degrees in Denver today, it's supposed to snow the day after tomorrow, good thing I'm heading south soon.

This is a pretty quite place at 2am.

Setting up camp at O'Hare.

Good morning Texas.

I just arrived on the smallest of honduras's three Bay Islands. I'm gonna do my best to relax for a while.

Though I didn't get an Open Water certification, I did a couple of fun dives. I learned some exciting skills including, but not limited to, regulator recovery and mask clearing. We dove to around 25ft deep, I swam through bubbles.

Copán, know as the Paris of the Mayan world. Built between the 4th and 7th century, and inhabited by 20,000 people at it's peak. In 1576 a Spanish explorer discovered the ruins. Only five families were living there, they knew nothing of its history.

This cathedral and much of the town was destroyed by an earthquake in 1773, and the city officially abandon. Today Antigua is a beautiful colonial city protected by it's status as a UNESCO heritage site.

El Salvador, the land of the sun. There hasn't been a single cloudy day since I've been here. I stayed at a hostel in El Zonté, a thatched roof surf town where the sun rises and sets at opposite ends of the beach.

Three km's down the beach from El Cuco, as far the 50 cent local bus will take you, is La Tortuga Verde. Shortly after I checked, the one other guess and I watched this turtle gave birth to nine dozen eggs.

After a few days in El Salvador's wild east I'm firmly back on the tourist trail In the colonial city of León. The volcano at the end of the street, Cerro Negro, has erupted 23 times since it's "birth" in 1850.

Granada, on the northwest coast of lake Nicuragua.

Ometepe, in an island in Lake Nicaragua formed by two volcanos. We hiked about half way up the smaller volcano, saw a troop of howler monkey, took in this great view and sung through the jungle on some vines.

A few kilometers north of San Juan Del Sur is Playa Madera, probably the best surf spot I've ever been to.

Bocas Del Toro, first stop in Panama, after a couple days bussing through Costa Rica. I spent a day in Bocas town then here, at Isla Bastimentos.

In the jungle between Bocas and Dávid there's a jungle lodge/hostel called Lost and Found. It's deep in a "cloud forest" which is a tourism phrase meaning place where is rain all the time.

My last stop in the Isthmus. The only city in Central America with a modern skyline. Where just 37 miles separates the Atlantic from the Pacific Ocean.

A few nights in LA with hot showers and a comfortable bed.

"No one realizes how beautiful it is to travel until he comes home and tests his head on his old, familiar pillow."