November 2nd, The Journey: 

I left the house at 5am to get my train down to London. After departing from Paddington station towards Heathrow Airport. Knowing I had a long plane ride, I decided to stretch my legs while on the train. 

 I alighted the train and made my way to check in and go through airport security. It was at that moment I discovered that my bag (that contained my passport, phone and plane ticket) was missing.

 I darted down to the platform and asked the station staff to check the train, but their search didn’t prove to be successful. For the next two hours, I was stranded with no form of contact… Eventually, a helpful member of staff allowed me back onto the train at Paddington to have one last look. By some sort of miracle, there it was. My bag was sitting on a chair with all the contents still intact! 

At this point in time I had missed my original flight, so my only option was to board a twenty-two-hour flight to Honduras, putting me one day behind schedule.  At this point, however, I really couldn’t complain – I was so relieved to be reunited with my bag and looking forward to the trip ahead, which turned out to be much more successful than the initial 4 hours…

November 3rd, Day One:
After the hectic events of yesterday it was safe to say that I was well rested and ready for the day ahead. It was an early start. I was introduced to my fellow travel companions, and we quickly got to know the group and familiarise ourselves with each other’s businesses. As the sun set on a wonderful day, we were invited to dinner at an authentic Honduran Bistro that specialised in Honduran Cuisine. After the delicious food and hours of conversation with everyone, it was time to return to my hotel to prepare for the next day.