For once, Bob had no agenda for the morning other than catching our 9:30 AM flight to Miami. That meant a leisurely 7:00 AM wakeup. Juan had already departed by the time I got up in order to catch a 6:30 AM ferry back to La Ceiba.

Mark's less than confidence inspiring car rental got us to the airport in plenty of time.

The TACA flight back to Miami was on time and the flight uneventful. Customs and immigration were a cake walk and we were back on American soil early that Sunday afternoon.

Mark had a hotel room for the night and I was offered a chance to stay with them. I was hoping to catch a flight home that day so we agreed that'd let the hotel know I was coming in case I ended up catching up with them. Though it turned out there were no seats available to San Francisco that day, my 4:30 AM check-in time for the next morning's flight made a stay with Bob and Mark impractical. I used Priceline to get a $38 room near the airport, checked in and slept the rest of the day.

With the inane variability of travel security these days, I had to check in at 4:30 in the morning for a 6:30 AM flight.

Miami to Orlando to Denver to San Francisco put me on an airporter home by 1:30 PM. End of