As the irrelative weight of rolling stones and sheer magnitude of tumble weeds we find ourselves riding in the lee of repercussions.

   With the ease of putting on a poncho backwards and or whacking a mad slice at our first attempt at high velocity mini-golf, some changes come easy. Others leave lumps in the throat and are tough to scratch with sandpaper.
   This is the part where I admit that Kelly has gone back to New Jersey. The loss of her brother and the strain of this ever shifting and difficult way of living had taken its toll. She is the toughest female I have ever know but some things just get the better of the best. She is gonna take a time out, convalesce and we'll see her out and plowing the fields of the unknown again at a later time. She is all the stronger and intellegent in my mind for knowing when to call it. She is never one to think of herself and always trying to please others, but in this case, Kelly needs Kelly time. Samu and I will miss her everyday.

   So the change of agenda for me is to not  to plunk into the swamps and rainforrests of the Moskitia. Instead I'm gonna stomp some pedals over dusty highlands towards Nicaragua and the Pacific coast. Eat, sleep, ride. Just what I love to do!