Hotel Presidente Tela

... v Gvatemali so vsi avtomobili zatemnjeni iz vseh strani...<br><br>Na busu sva se soprijateljila z zanimivim parom. Sergio in Andrea (spanec in cehinja) sta si vzela 1 leto prosto in potujeta po celem svetu. Izteklo se je tako, da smo v mestu Puerto Cortes skupaj poiskali sobo. 50 m od hotela smo se vsedli v njihovo lokalno "restavracijo". Majhna hisica, s pokritim predverjem. 4 plasticne mize in stoli. Zanimiva hrana, znacilna za Honduras. Pecen ...

... counting house for united fruit that the local council are trying to restore and the guy in charges shows us around and we happily tell him we will be back later. After dinner we head back out to the abandoned building and spend the next two hours enjoying a cracking concert full of energy and dance with loads of big drum beats going on in the back ground. The spanish is a bit ropey but we ...

... tell us we're illegally trying to cross borders and they can't let us in without paying a huge fine. But if we want to try our luck, we can make our way all the way back down to Costa Rica to "abandon the region" to get a new visa stamp, and all will be well if we can do it. So we opt to try our luck by continung to illegaly cross borders...those nice folks with big guns at the Honduras and Nicaragua who were clueless ...

Hey Everyone! I apologize for the very long delay. We are currently on Utila Island of the Bay Islands in Honduras and are very busy doing our Divemaster internships. There are a few destinations between Utila and the last blog I wrote so I'm going to catch you up on them. Tela, Honduras - January 10-11, 2009 Tela is a seaside ...

... and we generally spruced the place up. We met her for all of 10 seconds but she seemed impressed in those few seconds anyway. I hope she used the toilet. So after a hard days work we treated oursleves to dinner out the headed to the beach for the party it had on it that night for carnival. We sank a few g&amp;t´s by the bonfire to finish off what would have been my hottest birthday to date. The rest of last week is already a bit sketchy in my ...

... a backpacker now. The ride to San Pedro Sula bus station was non-eventful. I was on the bus to Tela, now an hour after departure time and we haven't moved an inch. Finally a representative of the bus gets on and told us that the reason for the delay is that the road to Tela has been taken. Of course, I immediately think guys with machine guns taking over the road ...

... making it to Hotel Playa Bonita at 12:45! Though slightly irritaed, I was ready to meet up with the group. The rest of the day was great!!! At 1PM or so, I scarfed down a burger, the group of girls returned from wandering in the townand we got ready to go to 3 local communities for the soccer training. I was with Selena, Sophie, and Arianna, along with George. We went to El Triunfo de la Cruz, where we had an amazing number of children (maybe 40) come to play ...

... was a long series of stalls lining both sides of a peer. Shrimp of all sizes, like real weird shrimp right out of the sea, any color or shape of fish, a guy skinning a big ray, even a bucket of baby hammerhead sharks that you could buy.....I just thought it was one of the coolest things ever. Just a bunch of local fisherman harvesting their catches and selling them. I was disappointed we didn't have a kitchen to buy a sample or two and prepare it ...

... We paddled over the ocean current to a beach for a nice swim and storytelling session, including one of the best sunsets I've ever seen. It was behind the forest, so when we were walking back to the canoe the sky burst with gold over the sleepy mangroves, and the canals shimmered like the palms, and egrets and frigatebirds soared through the dying light. That night we ate dinner with the guy who'd helped us, and he gave us some local ...

... confident in my ability to do that on my own but Lauren speaks really good Spanish and Alex has a lot of traveling experience since he's been here since September. However, we kept managing to get on buses that wouldn't take us far enough and we would have to transfer. The last chicken bus that we got on had at least 100 people on it, no joke. It was three people to a seat and two across standing. We actually had a pretty good time though.