Honduras Travels

I caught an old Russian prop plane (was good to see the Russian alphabet again) to the village of Palacios. Runway was a narrow grass and gravel stretch between shacks in which the locals lived, which made for a bumpy landing. Was able to arrange transport in a cayuco, which is a small wooden craft about 25′ in length and could seat 2-3 people across, powered by a small motor. This particular one was loaded down with supplies going out to the village of Cocobila, the largest settlement on Laguna Ibans, and didn’t seem especially seaworthy. Trip through the river was smooth, but once we hit the lagoon it was a different story, as the small boat was tossed around like a cork on the water by the waves. It was a three hour trip, and the tune to Gilligans Island ran through my mind more than once, recalling a similar 3 hour tour that didn’t end well. Finally arrived in the small garifuna village of Raista. The area was pretty spectacular, with the Caribbean on one side of the narrow strip of land and the lagoon on the other. In the afternoon I was watching a woman standing in the lagoon washing her clothes and beating them against a log. Turning my head slightly I saw another woman attaching some brush to a long stick for use as broom. A further swivel of the head revealed a man cutting up and getting the meat from a turtle, mangos falling from a tree, and chickens, cows, and horses that could wander where they liked. Really was an amazing place. Place I stayed didn’t have electricity, so it was a night of candlelight.