Where am I? Where am I going?

I am sitting at the airport in La Ceiba on the northern coast of Honduras waiting to catch a plane to the middle of nowhere aka a small town in a biosphere reserve. Well, the plane doesn't actually go to that town, called Las Marias. Eight hours up river in a manpowered dugout canoe is the means that will actually take us all the way there. It's kind of odd to be typing at a high-speed computer and know that in the next few days even a light bulb will become a bit of a luxury. I have to admit that the big bugs and daily diet of rice and beans make me somewhat nervous, but I am more than excited for the adventure ahead. May the water be smooth sailing and the sun bright!