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It was women who led me to travel. In 1982, there was the Eurail trip across the continent with Motorcycle Cate and the young boys on discounted trains. Together we swept through Paris, Geneva, Milan, then a bit of Germany before Amsterdam and back.
It was Maya, a Peace Corp volunteer from Chicago who persuaded me to return to the mainland and venture inland. The others had decided on the spur of the moment to take a boat to the larger island, Roatán for the New Year's Eve party there. The weather was dark, stormy, waves crashed the pier and the boat was flimsy. At the last minute I decided against. To my knowledge there were no reports of backpackers lost out to sea the next day but I never saw them again.
