Hotel Plaza Tegucigalpa

Instalment 21<br><br>Utila<br><br>Let me tell you about a little island called Utila; a small island in the Caribbean about an hour ferry ride from the Honduran mainland. There is not much to do there if you don't do any or all of the three Ds: Diving, Drinking and Drugs and if you don&#8217;t do one of them, don&#8217;t bother going. But if you do any of them, it&#8217;s an amazing, fun and beautiful place and is very difficult to leave. One of the biggest lies ...

Tegucigalpa... it helps to learn how to say the name before you travel there. I still cant say it!<br><br>We luckily got the last tickets on the bus through to Tegucigalpa. Dave caused a scene in the office to hold up the bus (nicely done). I rode in first class, Dave back in economico but he made a new friend. The trip from La Ceiba took about 12 hours so we arrived in the capital at night and with no place to stay. After the standard hassling by taxi ...

... horn the whole time and shouted and honked whenever someone would run a red light or stop sign or when things didn't flow to his satisfaction (It's funny how nothing else in that car worked but he managed to keep the horn operable). But then he got mad when he was honked at for completely ignoring the same devices that should provide some sort of vehicular order. If any type of distance opened up he would jam on the gas and one car length later we would ...

... nearby. We spend some down time in a nice cafe sipping cappuccino. The air was crisp and fresh. If I were a city folk from Tegus, this would have been a nice getaway. But I didn't appreciate it that much since I was not really entrenched in the city for that long (remember I had just arrived 2 hours prior to this). Valle De Angeles. Now this is a bigger town and to me more worthwhile than Santa Lucia for the ...

To be edited.... (Feb. 6) We got great seats with extra leg room on the bus ride from the border to Tegucigalpa. They were in the very back and the only downfall was the little shelf between the aisle where the vendors would come and sit while they waited for their stop. This meant for about the last hour of our trip we had a guy perched between Andrea and me who was either slow or crazy. He first asked to look at my Lonely Planet book so I gave it to him, figuring ...

There was only one afternoon bus to go to Honduras from Perquin, El Salvador, so one better not miss it. I asked around to inquire about when the bus arrived and always got an answer starting with "como a las ..." which means "something around" whatever time, I took the earliest time that I had been told by one of the locals and went to a special "bus stop" at the road intersection to wait for the bus. An hour later I was on the road to Marcala, Honduras in ...

... starting 150 million years ago! The most exciting fact I learnt was that there used to be giant rodents called eremoterios in this part of the world that were 6 METRES high. Apparently there was also a huge bird called Titanis, similar to a dodo but 4 metres in height. I'm not sure I believe this as I'm sure I would have heard of them before now. I need to do a bit more research! http://www.itapipoca.ce.gov.br/novo/lib /spaw/uploads/images/Eremoterio.jpg

... this frankly incredible honour with persons whom are completely unknown to you, but someone was bound to be insulted if left out of the initial dedication... I should also remind you all that you now have the opportunity to extend to me one dare or challenge, which I am obliged to do my utmost to complete. However, feel absolutely free to waive this opportunity should you so desire.... Anyway, let me begin where I left off. You may recall that I was lamenting the fact that my ...

... and a thousand and one souvenir shops for gringos (nothing too interesting in them unless you have a huge empty samsonite to carry things back home). Its probably more expensive than other places we will place being a Gringo and local tourist haunt so we are still unsure of the real price level - certainly a bit higher than Nicaragua for the time being. So in conclusion we have just relaxed and ...

... English and Spanish (provided that some of them appeared to only be classics to the locals since I had never them before but they cheered them and sang along). Serendipity happens, and then you have to take a different route home to avoid the hookers abusing you in Spanish for not accepting their generous offers to ****y sucky. Finally, an update on my gastrointestinal experiment. I have bought no bottled water for three days. That is not ...