Honduras Maya Hotel Tegucigalpa

... no it wasn’t a drug plane crashing or the celebrations taking a sudden narcotic turn. No it was flour and I was coated, my hair had gone grey, my clothes virginal white and my camera was covered in a thin lay of white powder. I decided rather than to watch the ‘climbing’ of the greasy pole to rush home to ‘de-flour’ myself. I got some strange looks... which I explained away with “This is what happens if you try and ...

... thinking, "no senor, no por favor. taxi is broken." He turned out to be much nicer driver, and we negotiated a very cheap price (I think he was a little afraid of us actually). After wasting ten minutes in some muddy parking lot, we now had the pleasure of an awesome Tegucigalpan taxi to transport us from the bus terminal to downtown. Picture three full sized American guys wedged into a tiny Datsun 210 that was ...

... to feed the homeless. It was pretty intense, theywere very much in your face talking to you and it was intense. I pretended that i didn´t speak spanish while I was there... haha because those who found out I spoke spanish were even more so in my face. I had a guy tell me he loved me like three times and when we were leaving he told me he´d love me forever. After a little while Siney came and stood behind me and Shelby (other ...

... in Honduras? Since I had a few hours to spend here in the capital before my flight to La Ceiba took off I figure I would get a feel for this place. It only took a couple of hundred meters of walking to get out of the village of fast food restaurants and come across some of the more Honduran locales. I had gotten into some friendly conversation with one of the employees at the airport and she suggested that if I want to try a local dish then I have to ...

... the driver's girlfriend, for the driver to buy sacks of beans from a 10-year-old girl who heaved them up through his window, etc. First impression of Tegus was not great - it was raining and getting dark when I arrived and I had a hectic taxi ride with a glamorous silver fox of a driver who enraged me by agreeing a fare and then stopping round the corner to pick up a random girl who appeared to be going my way. I said if I was going to share the ...

... sink with my elbows. In a split second the sink FELL OFF THE WALL and was spewing water EVERYWHERE! It was rushing out of the bathroom, down the hall, and into the kitchen. Naturally, I am freaking out, still trying to control my nausea on top of it. I woke Gerardo up but he was slow-going. (I must note that in Tegucigalpa each house only has water for a certain amount of hours ...

... station to catch the 10:30 coach to Tegucigalpa as planned. Unfortunately, upon my arrival I was informed by the gentleman at the counter that the 10:30 departure had been cancelled, due to a strike that was being carried out by all the public transport workers in the city. Excellent. The strike had actually been mentioned to me by the Mexican policeman earlier that morning but, possibly because I had had only a couple of hours of sleep, or alternatively because I spend the ...

... at what Fodor's claimed was the most happening bar in the area. Well, I might normally give Fodor the benefit of the doubt because of the rain, but when I went to a nightclub ("Kaballah" since Jewish mysicism ain't afraid of a leetle Catholic country like Honduras) down the street a little later, it was packed to the gills with a line out the door 30 people long and I felt like a king. I was one of the tallest people there, the ...