No where to stay

Trip Start Feb 09, 2008
Trip End Dec 26, 2008

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Flag of Honduras  , Francisco Morazán,
Wednesday, April 30, 2008

I decided to leave Tegucigalpa for the colonial mining town of Cedros which is located around 70 kilometers north west of the capital. I caught a bus from Tegucigalpaīs down town market to the turn off for Santa Lucia (12km) and decided to hitch from here. It was just after 11.00 am when Mark and Charlie stopped to offer me a lift in the back of their pickup which was full of empty gas cylinders, so the only place for me to go was to stand on the back. They dropped me off in Valle de Angeles where I spent an hour looking round, grabbing a bite to eat in one of the towns many overpriced restaurants. From here I decided to hitch again to San Juan de Flores which was a further 18 kilometers north. Having passed through this remote town / village a couple of days ago, I thought that I may as well stop for an hour to take another look around as their was a good atmosphere around the place. I hadnīt even been waiting 10 minutes on the edge of Valle de Angeles when a giant HGV pulled over to offer me a ride. He was heading to Talanga which was another 20 kilometers beyond San Juan de Flores and only 4 kilometers short of the turn off for Cedros, so I ended up coming here instead. Fortunately he was carrying an empty load and wasnīt hanging around on these unpaved roads and was kind enough to drop me at the turn off for Cedros. Talanga sits alongside highway CA15 and did not look the most inviting of towns, which I later found to be true when residents in Cedros warned me not to go and spend the night there. From this junction it was a further 24 kilometers to where the road branches off and snakes up the mountain to the beautiful settlement of Cedros and what I thought was going to be my final destination for the day, but this was not to be !  It took me two lifts between Talanga and Cedros. First to stop was an elderly chap who gave me a lift to the turn off for Cedros and from here Marco stopped to offer me a ride up into the village. 

Cedros was a fine looking rustic colonial town with whitewashed colonial homes and cobbled streets, clinging to the jungle covered mountain range. On arrival I decided to look for somewhere to stay. First I came across a small grocery shop who offered simple accommodation, with fine views over the mountainous countryside. I decided to look further to see what other options there were but this resulted in nothing. When I returned to the grocery shop 20 minutes later the lady was in a huff, because I looked elsewhere and told me that there were no rooms available. The rest of this small community had friendly residents who made me feel welcome. You can cover every street in the town within an hour, so I decided to climb the hill beyond Cedros which resulted in stunning views over the village and surrounding mountainous countryside. It had now passed 17.00 hours and I had to decide where I was going to spend the night. I had a look at my ITMB map and the nearest town that I could see was San Ignacio, which looked around 25 kilometers north east. So I asked a local if he new of any accommodations there and he seemed to think that there was and at the same time advised me not to go to Talanga as it was a dangerous town to be in at night, so San Ignacio it was. I didn't no what to expect as this town or village was not mentioned in my guide book. There were no more buses departing Cedros so I had no other option than to hitch. A guy had just come up the hill from the highway but stopped to offer me a ride back down. From here another guy pulled over and gave me a lift to the junction for San Ignacio. It was a further 14 kilometers to my final destination and the sun had now set. I hadn't a clue how to get there as nobody was around. I had been waiting for 15 minutes trying to hitch when I could here a succession of short, sharp sounds coming from a far (like a bus stop, start, stop start). This noise gradually got louder, sounding like a clattering exhaust pipe and to my joy it was a beaten and bruised bus heading to San Ignacio. The locals on the bus looked on, shocked to see a gringo on their bus. This stretch of road was in a shocking state and at times I was bouncing so high my head was hitting the roof. I started to fear the worse, so I asked the driver if he new of somewhere to stay. Fortunately there was one place and he dropped me off outside this shop which offered the decent budget accommodation, with cable TV as well! Lovely
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