Hotel Quinta Real La Ceiba

1. Not sure we´d catch the boat from Placencia to Honduras again it was a very long and expensive way to get to La Ceiba. <br><br>When we got to Puerto Cortes in Honduras we were surprised to discover that someone had taken our passports and driven them away (we hoped to the immigration office a taxi ride away). We were a little concerned that we might never see them again but after ...

... By this stage we were dirty and exhausted. We finally made it to the bus station, bought a ticket to Cancun and enjoyed the comfort of our first air-conditioned bus in six months.<br><br><br><br><br> Arriving in Cancun at 4pm, we checked into Hostel Quetzal, the same hostel we had stayed at when we first arrived in Central America in January. It felt like coming home. After three days of stressful travelling we had made it. We spent two nights resting ...

... cabs were. We starting negotiating with a cabbie outside and then someone in a Galaxy uniform grabbed my arm, asked where we were going and told us to go to the seventh or so car in line. The guy there grabbed our bags, threw us in the car, drove up and grabbed two more people and within 2-1/2 mins we were on our way to the hostel with a colectivo fare. Brilliant!<br><br>At the hostel we arranged to get the 12:30 pick up to the Jungle River Lodge and then left our bags ...

... earthqu <br><br>I plan on taking the ferry to Utila tomorrow morning. I have to be honest; the language barrier, the sickness, the heat, is getting to me. I´m pretty sure that I´ll be flying home earlier than expected. I just don´t know how early.

... nothing stopping me falling into them. After many apologies and what seamed like an endless journey as my back had ceased up and my bottom had turned numb a few hours earlier we finally got off the bus and changed onto another bus to La Cieba, where we were to catch the bus to Roatan. The next bus, luckily did not get packed out so I was able to hog 2 whole seats to myself for the next 4 hours. This was a rather non eventful trip ...

... a rough dirt road that follows the Rio Cangrejal: one of the leading white water rafting destinations in Central America. The river was low, crystal clear and pretty mellow. Huge boulders littered the riverbed and at one point we came to a spot where the road had been washed away by the river a few months ago. Pretty impressive given that we were at least 50 meters above the current river flow! PHOTO_ID_R=casa ...

... Alas, the orphanage. Even though my daily arrival time was completely sporadic during my final week, I did make it there each and every day. Actually, even if it was just for the task of bringing over all the items that were purchased for donation I would need to get here every day. It didn't matter to then what time I arrived or even what I was carrying with me, or if I was carrying anything at all, just were always happy to see me. My last week at the orphanage felt very productive ...

... Maidelyn bought the remaining bed linens and towels for all the children. So the following day, Wednesday, I similarly taxied these two piles of items over there. However, Thursday I realized I was in the midst of a challenge. How was I going to get all this stuff to Casa Feliz even in a taxi? There was pasta, beans, eggs, cereal, salsa, sugar, salt, tortillas, diapers, chicken, and beef. And there was a lot of each. Additionally, we had purchased a large sack each of rice and ...

... States that sends them money. I tired a new fruit and was very surprised that there are fruit in the world that I haven't tried yet. This one was round and green like an apple only the white flesh tasted more like a dry pear. This fruit was served in slices, cut like and eggplant, and the seeds were the size of eggplant seeds as well, only as hard as little rocks. Does anyone know what this could be?