For the past eleven weeks we have been bringing you the story of Ali Turner, courtesy of her mother Patty (tFS user modelmom). Ali's journal has chronicled the beginning of her modeling career in Paris at 15 years old (which was in 2002).

Read Part 1 here,  Part 2 here, Part 3 here, Part 4 here, Part 5 here, Part 6 here, Part 7 here, Part 8 here, Part 9 here, and Part 10 here.

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January 2003

It's my first night in Honduras and it's been a really wild trip. My flight from NY took off this morning at 4:30 am. My first stop was in Houston, Texas. Then I took a much smaller plane to San Pedro, Sula, then another plane from there to an island called Gahula.

At that point, I thought I was where I needed to be, but that was not so - my last flight was to an island called Rotan. The island is very under developed.

The roads were made of dirt and the houses were very small. People were riding bikes everywhere and there were dogs roaming free all over the small town, but when you look out the ocean, you forget about all that. It is beautiful and so blue.

A man introduced himself to me as Mr. Romes, a local rancher and told me that he would be taking me to the hotel where I was staying. He told me he would return in the morning and take me out to pick out the horses I would be riding in the photo shoot. The hotel was small but very nice and it had a little restaurant downstairs where I ate dinner. I ordered spaghetti and a salad and it was very good.

I'm off to bed now....the rest of the crew are already here doing another shoot and I will meet with them in the morning. So much for the stylist being with me for the trip. I'm not even going to mention it when my mom calls.

I woke up early today, had breakfast and went to a ranch to check out the horses. I rode six of them and managed to pick out the ones that i thought would be best for the shoot. The owner has a son and he has been following me around all day.

His name is Devon and he wants me to go out to DINNER TONIGHT! Devon picked me up at 6:00 in a big white pickup and we went to a little restaurant to eat. During the course of dinner it turns out that he is only 14 and DRIVING!! He's still cute though. I had to be in early. I have a 5:00 am wake up call.