We arrived the other end in Livingston, Guatemala safely after the boat ride with the high guy and the arrogant guy. As soon as we climbed off of the boat we had locals trying to help us with our luggage and sell us a tour so I told them all to do one (as I would!)
We went to immigration to have our passports stamped and a local guy followed us trying to get us on a boat tour of the Rio Dulce. We wanted to do one before heading to Honduras anyway so decided to go for it. He quoted us a price and when he took us to a boat he then tried charing us more. I (Faye) assured him that there were 50 other locals with boats that I could bargain with and he could take it or leave it. Needless to say that we managed to negotiate a private boat tour! Or so we thought until the captain picked up his wife and a dog sized rooster along the way!
The beautiful boat tour lasted 2 hours and we stopped via some natural, famous hot springs for a foot dip along the way. The scenery was amazing. We asked our captain to take us to Casa Perico - a recommended hostel on the river in the jungle. The place was beautiful. We had a room with a huge opening out into the jungle (no window!) We stayed there one night and during breakfast the next morning, the hostel Manager told us of a bus leaving at 10.00 am to San Pedro Sula, Honduras. This was where we had to get our international bus to Nicaragua for Christmas. We decided to go instead of doing any more local tours in order to ensure we made it in time!
We met an Australian couple at the terminal and luckily we did as we had to change buses 20 mins after getting on and had no idea about this. The buses were like nothing I had ever experienced - adults, kids, bags, boxes, livestock, christmas presents, food, all shoved into a bus jam packed. Michelle's face was actually pressed against the FRONT window and I lost my foot somewhere under a chair and in a box with a chicken in it. We thought we may eventually get a seat but instead we spent 4 hours standing up next to the bus toilet listening to chickens and babies crying. Officially the worst journey ever. I shall never, ever, ever complain about TFL again. If I do, please remind me of this moment.
We did make it over the border ok though. Next, Michelle is going to tell you all about the lovely Honduras.