When I lived in Honduras, I would sometimes spend an hour in the evening watching the news with John. It was a ritual for him, and more or less became a ritual for me too. We'd get some terrible local feed from New York or New Jersey, or whatever Cable Color had negotiated, and it was almost never of interest or new, but it was a good excuse to drink Salva Vida and debrief the day.

Dragon watching us watch the news, outside the apartment complex where we used to live. There are so many bats that live on that balcony. Dozens, maybe hundreds if you count the surrounding trees. Sometimes we'd stand outside, hella still, and feel them fly by our faces.

Selfie time with Mr. John, dive mentor and good friend.