Blogs from La Ceiba, Northern, Honduras, Central America Caribbean - page 4

Day 794 (02.06.09) With our time at Nutria Marina up were shown off by Bex at the bus stop and made our way on our hot and stuffy bus to a service station about 5 mins down the road. We had heard rumours that the recent earthquake in Honduras had done some damage further south and that a bridge was possibly broken en route - we had been told that our route was still possible despite this though so we pushed on. To our joy we were to change buses here for a posher air conditioned set of wheels with DVDs and the lot! Well it had been a while since we had this kind of luxury! After a pretty non eventful border crossing into Honduras we arrived at San Pedro La Sula and a HUGE ... read more

So ,schnell die Jenny von Flughafen abholen (soll der modernste in Honduras sein, na ja, aber sie ist sicher gelandet) Haben dann auf dem Weg zum Taxi noch Phill aus Canada kennengelernt, wollte in San Pedro bleiben und am naechsten Tag auch nach Utila, haben ihm erstmal davon abgeraten und gleich mit zum Bus nach La Ceiba genommen, und dann ging es endlich richtung Bay Islands, haben schon alles im Reisefuehrer darueber gelesen gehabt und waren so voller Vorfreude, nur das einzigste Problem war das Wetter, es Regnet einfach nur, villeicht ist es auf Utila anders. Nach 3 Std. bussfahrt kommen wir an und gehen alle zusammen in ein Zimmer fuer 3 Leute, so sparen wir Geld (hier wieder normale Preise, 5$ p.P). Der Hostelmanager sasgt uns leider das die letzten Tage keine Faehre nach Utila ... read more

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 land on the wooden quay. Their shrieks fill my ears mingling with the angry spanish shouts of hard working honduran fishingmen. We're in a spacious bar down at the harbour and I'm playing pool with ... read more

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 one grinning toothless owner. The hostel was literally on the caribbean beach; if you ignored the rubbish scattered along the shore, it was idyllic. Incredible caribbean food and then off for a paddle. After picking ... read more

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 hour for the bus to set off and the journey took a lot longer than it was supposed to because it kept stopping. Someone brought an actual live chicken onto the bus which made my ... read more