Humuya Inn Tegucigalpa

... the dive school, either diving or doing theory you tend to form a clique with that dive school and associate solely with people from that school. Surprisingly this wasn’t the case with me and I flitted from group to group. I dived at Cross creek, hung out at Underwater Vision, went to Parrot’s barbeques and had dinners with Captain Morgans. I got to know some of the Utila Dive Centre guys but not too well and didn’t even bother with Altons ...

... and I was just taken aback at her honesty. <br><br>Feeling pretty confident with my market skills I bought a bottle of water from an old lady with a basket of them on a street corner. I very carefully checked the bottle to make sure the top was factory sealed and that this wasn't actually a bottle of Montezuma's Revenge. Take note that sometimes vendors down in this part of the world recycle the bottles with tap water and resell them. They aren't trying to ...

... space or a sense for what quiet means. Music is blaring full blast from the open store fronts, people are on loudspeakers shouting who knows what because I can't speak Spanish, and musicians are on every corner hustling a buck. <br><br>Besides a lack of heat or humidity, something else hit me as well...no gringos or backpackers to be found. Did you ever wonder what it feels like to stick out like a sore thumb. I wish I could turn heads like this at ...

Damn... back to Tagu.. thats what the locals call the capital.. I wanted to go through this town but thought other wise since it was getting late in the afternoon. It took ten hours to get there and it cost $10 on tow buses. I picked a different hoostel and it was down town near the center so &gt;Icould walk around. It was way nicer and cheaper, $7 a night. There were a lot of ...

... Tegucigalpa. The local team, Maratón, was playing Real España, another Honduran team. The stadium wasn't nearly was full as the one had been in Perú, but the people who were there were crazy, setting off bombs and climbing the barbed wire fences. (Feb. 8) Got up around 8 and went on a hunt to find a lavandería to get our clothes washed. We were all down to about nothing. This town more than others closes down completely on Sundays so it was a difficult task ...

... at this manufacture and it was amazing to see every single chair occupied - I am used to visiting glasses factories where this is not the case. With the smell of tobacco all around, the employees were working hard, doing everything all by hand, and rolling every single cigar with a lot of care. For those interested in tobacco and to give you a brief overview of the cigar making, the tobacco leaves are stacked in piles, sprayed with water and left to ...

... a Wal-mart superstore, they call them Hiper Paiz here, to do some shopping. We had found that one of the hydraulic feet that they put on in Guatemala had fallen off so we have also decided to go to a garage to get this fixed as they are very useful. Eventually we got directed to a specialist engine machine shop, here they normally regrind and rebuild all types of engines and gearboxes. One of the bosses speaks ...

... Having said that, despite using factor 30 and exposing them to just one hour of sun, they did get slightly burned. This brings me to the following question, which I direct mainly to the pasty-thighed among you: Is it actually possible to go from being utterly white to remotely tanned, without the interim stage that is characterized by pinkish hues and vague burning sensations? Answers on a postcard please. The beach was beautiful, and I spent most of the day alternating between ...

... morning bus from Ocotal to Las Manos. At the frontier we passed the passport control, and much to our dissapointment we didn´t get a stamp on our passport. Apparently there is an agreement between several Central American states (we believe it is Nicaragua, Honduras and Guatemala) by which the stamp of the first is sufficient, as long as you pay exit and entry taxes in each country. So for Honduras we have no stamp on the passport but we do have ...

... proper. It was certainly a different place to where we were staying with the well to do walking the street in the early evening and police on every corner. After a cheap meal (prices were certainly lower here than on the Bay islands) we felt it prudent to take a taxi back to the hotel. We had another long day of travel ahead of us tommorrow and another early start. We wanted to get to Granada if we could but as Dan's visa had expired who could say.