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One Night in Hell
We left our hostel in La Ceiba and got a cab to the bus station where we planned to match the 9.30am bus to Tegucigalpa, the capital. However, at 9.45am Charlie was still standing in the ticket queue, so we had to get the 11am bus instead.
During the journey, Charlie witnessed a Honduran courtship ritual, as the man sitting behind us suddenly thrust his arm forwards between the seats and wafted a Cornish pasty in Lisa’s face. A polite “no, gracias” was issued in return. The man’s pride was further hurt as Charlie couldn’t control himself and soon raucous laughter erupted from the pair of us.
After a long journey we finally reached our hideous destination. We got in a cab and went to a cheap hotel recommended by Lonely Planet which was near the bus station, where we had to be by 9am the next day. When we got to the hotel, Charlie spotted a marvellous site: rooms for rent by the hour! “I want to stay in the prostitute hotel!” Charlie cried with glee. “No no no!” Lisa groaned. Eventually, sensibility reigned, and we went to our original choice (after all, it had a hot water shower – our first in over a month!) It also had a TV in the room (never seen before on our travels!)
After settling in, we ventured out of the hotel to find food. It was here when staring again at the prostitute hotel that we realised it was in fact a car park! What a shame, we were so disappointed. Turns out the hotel was directly adjacent, and disappointingly only rented rooms for the whole night. We ventured to the end of the road where there was a gang that shouted at us, so we ran straight back to our hotel and locked ourselves in the room, our mission to find food having failed miserably at the first hurdle.
We settled down for the night and went to sleep, only to be woken up nearly every hour by constantly ringing doorbells and at one point, a loud TV gospel show blared through the paper thin walls at 4am.
After our restful night (ha ha) we departed and left for the bus station, which we trekked to on foot. Here, a delicious microwaved processed cheese sandwich was consumed, and after our lack of food the night before was gobbled contentedly.
Final thoughts: disgusting and dangerous.
Mark out of 10 = 0
Next time… Granada, Nicaragua
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