The 2 hour bus ride to La Ceiba was in the pouring rain but finding the hostel was simple and everyone was so friendly. I was taken to dinner at a baleada place (practically the national food of Honduras). The next day, after a cat nap in a hamock, I took a jeep up into the national park outside Ceiba called Pico Bonito. The place was beautiful, full of enormous leaves, hills, tall trees, tropical flowers, and clouds that looked close enough to touch. Rio Cangrejal was running strong because of rainfalll the previous day. After two hours swimming through currents, [View Full Entry]

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Puerto Cortes, 04 marzo 1990. I'm not really sure why we decided to have an overnight stop in this little caribean harbour place. The air is salty, the sea a magnificent blue and the harbour full with fishermen off-loading their catch from poorly maintained fishingboats. My nostrils are full with the smells of sweaty men and fresh fish, the smells of the sea and the droppings of the countless gulls that obscure the stifling caribean sun overhead. I'm not really sure I've ever seen so many gulls before in my life. Diving down they steal the fish that spill over and [View Full Entry]

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La Ceiba, 5 marzo 1990. Rumour has it that the honduran banks have allowed the lempira to flow which basically means that they will pay 4.50 lempira to the dollar, the current black market rate. There were no banks in Puerto Cortes and there are none in La Ceiba so Peter and James had to take a bus to San Petro Sula hoping to change money there, leaving me and Nora behind with our backpacks, I'm not so happy having to babysit Peter's bulky backpack considering its contents, all sorts of mind enhancing goodies and that most likely in huge quatities. [View Full Entry]

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5th Agosto- PUERTO CORTES Huge rainstorm the previous night, watched it while eating on a sheltered roof top terrace. Roya in training to be less scared of lightening. Speedy get up next morning, me covered in bites, savaged during the night, last count 30. Made it to San Pedro, got shouted out and swarmed upon as usual when we left the bus. We were shouted at again when we got to Puerto Cortes, not knowing where we were or whether we were in the right city we jumped into a taxi. Got dropped off at recommended hostel, completely desolate except for [View Full Entry]

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Situated about 9 clicks from La Ceiba, the Jungle River Lodge is on the banks of the Rio Cangrejal, surrounded by desnse rainforest on all sides. Rockie outcrops create natural pools and perfect cliff diving opportunities for guests. Although it's probably important to note that you should ask the guys who run the lodge first, as they know the safe places to jump. La Ceiba is hailed as Central America's Rafting capital and it did not disappoint; rapids graded 3 to 5 were more than sufficient to give us all white knuckles and the rafting was almost over too quickly. In [View Full Entry]

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Though I nearly managed to miss my plane because I was waiting at the wrong gate, I made it to Guatemala City on Wednesday. I wasn´t too impressed - it seemed like a bit of a dump! I also reckon that Guatemala City has the loudest buses in the world and unfortunately they seemed to like driving past my window all night. On Thursday morning I´d barely set foot out of my hostel when I was shepherded onto a bus going to Chiquimula by a man who seemed to be in a hurry. Sadly I still had to wait over an [View Full Entry]

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On Saturday, July 12, we were picked up in Belize City to go on an ATV/Cave Tubing tour with Cave-tubing.com. We rode 4-wheelers through the jungle on muddy paths for over an hour. It was a lot of fun. Afterwards, we cooled off by floating on tubes down a gentle river that passed through a very large cave. It was so dark in the cave, a little scary I have to admit. We looked at the stalactites and stalagmites with flashlights....it was really neat. Our guide pointed out lots of flora and fauna both on the ATV tour and cave tubing [View Full Entry]

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Paljon on taas ehtinyt tapahtua viime kirjoittamisen jalkeen. Vapaahetoistyo loppui, oli surullista lahtea, pidettin laksiaisjuhlat. Sina viikonloppuna sitten pahkailin mita teen seuraavaksi ja kavin laheisilla vesiputouksilla viidakossa, oli oikein hienot ja siella ei ollut ketaan paitsi mina ja ystavani Mary. Paitsi suututettiin paikalliset rancherot vahingossa... Onneksi onnistuttiin selittamaan asia. Espanjan osaaminen auttaa kummasti... Paadyin sitten lahtemaan Nicaraguaan lomalle kahdeksi viikoksi ja tulemaan takaisin Ceibaan kahdeksi viikoksi opettamaan englantia. Oli tosi kiva reiss [View Full Entry]

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Olinkin Utilassa loppujen lopuksi viikon, oli niin mukavaa. Kivoja ihmisia ja hienoja paikkoja. Viime viikko oli mun viimeinen kouluviikko, olin ajatellut olla viela taman viikon, mutta tuntui silta etta jo riittaa. Mulla oli eri opettaja kuin ennen ja tunnit eivat olleet yhta hyvia tai kivoja. Niinpa taman viikon oon vaan toissa ja katselemassa paikkoja La Ceiban ulkopuolella joita en ole viela nahnyt. En osaa paattaa minne menisin toihin taman viikon jalkeen. Yksi vaihtoehto on hostelli Trujillossa ja huomenna matkaan sinne katsastamaan paikan. Utilassa saattaisi olla paikka opettama [View Full Entry]

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Hei pitkasta aikaa! Ajatuksissa on ollut kirjoittaa, mutta paivat ja viikot kuluvat niin nopeasti. Tassa hieman kuulumisia. Copan rauniot olivat oikein hienot, noin 1200 vuotta vanhoja Maya-veistoksia ei niin usein nae. Alueella oli muutama iso kohde ja useita pienia veistoksia, tosin monet alkuperaisista veistoksista oli siirretty museoon ja korvattu jaljennoksilla jotteivat alkuperaiset tuhoutuisi. Oli kiva kuvitella miten Mayat elivat siella vuorten keskella kauan sitten. Ainoa raunioista oli, etta olisi ollut parempi hankkia opas, koska alueella ei ollut mitaan selostuksia, kyltteja tm [View Full Entry]

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