Honduras Travels

Right now writing you from an internet cafe from the island of Utila on the Bay Islands group in the carribean ocean! Hurricane Gamma was right over us last night and it has been very windy and rainy for 3 days now. Tonight will however be the last night of stormy weather, and tomorrow it’s supposed to calm down alot. Maybe we might even see the sun (my tan from Puerto Escondido is now completely gone).

The ride here took 14 hours, starting in Antigua in Guatemala at 4 o’clock in the morning, and having two stops on the way (Copan and San Pedro Sula in Honduras). Managed to sleep most of the way.

There is no passage between El Progresso, Tela, and La Ceiba due to the damage caused by the rivers Guaymón and Leán.

Dodging the Bullet
By Derek Lalonde

So I was in La Ceiba Honduras. December 2003. It’s at the waning weeks of a four month trip. I’d just done some scuba diving. Just dallied with an ultimately doomed romance with a woman ten years younger than me. Just decided that it was time to head back up to Guatemala. I was out for a walk at night. La Zona Viva in La Ceiba. A dirt road strip of bars numbering about thirty. Some would say it was a little rough down here. But everyone had been friendly so far. It was a lull in the tourist trade, and every one of the bars would have been happy to have my dough.

By Devin Foxall

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Here’s a memory:
Step off the air-conditioned bus into an eddy of barefoot children; try to say hola to every pair of eyes; feel the tiny hands take our bags and carry them away in a dusty stream.

Quick impressions ambush me in Santa Ines, a small village in the northwest of Honduras, the poorest country in our hemisphere after Haiti. First, and most oppressive, is the heat: an itchy blanket at the sun’s birth and death, a cauldron at midday. Second, even before the sweep of poverty hits, is the extensive variety of smiles. Whether euphoric or tranquil, with modestly closed lips or toothy grins: there is always a happy face to welcome mine.

Hello, fellow travellers! Wow, it´s been over a month since I left the states and I´m only now getting around to sending an update. Really, the only excuse I have is that this Peace Corps training is serious business! Every day Im at school from 7:30 until 5 pm and all but one of my weekends so far have had something scheduled.

Busy, yes. However, that doesnt mean that I havent been having a grand ole time! This has been one of the most sureal experiences of my life so far. Its as if Ive entered a time warp and am right back in highschool: from the regimented schedule, to my 3 square meals a day, to the constant stream of bad eighties music (which, apparently, I missed desperately?).

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