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Hola y Adios Honduras
Cheeks still clenched we successfully crossed the border to Honduras. After boat, taxi, bus, walk, taxi, bus, and Tuc Tuc we arrived in the sleepy carribean town of Omoa. The reason for the sleepiness soon became clear, as it was so dam HOT! We mean real Hot, not just ,oh im a bit hot¨but ¨God dawn i cant freakin move HOT. Luckly there was crystal clear, calm as a lake, carribean sea 200 meters from our bed. Inspired by our surroundings we wrote a song called ´Hanging around in the carribean, having a little dippy´, its gonna be huge. After two days the sleepiness proved a little too sleepy, we headed for Tela.
We hitched a ride with a Maltese business man in what can only be described as the future in comfortable cars. All the doors opened automatically with a touch of a button , and the aircon led us into a false sence of security, which quickly melted as we were dropped off in the hustle and bustle of the bus station. Two Buses later, one consisting of people literally hanging out the doors, and the next with a lady larger then average sleeping on top of Rob, we arrived in the beach town of Tela. With our usual impecable timing we arrived with the rest of the Honduran holiday makers, and had to settle for a room devoid of water and teeming with ants. The highlight of Tela was a trip to Punta Sal national park with a slightly alternative choir group from Minnesota. We embarked on a gruelling 20 minute hike through the peninsular forest, seeing howling monkeys, hermit crabs, and a large tiger spider. Unfortunaltley the photos dont do the trip justice as our large, heavy, expensive camera doesnt seem to understand the concept of light. The trip ended with fish rice and peas, and exploring a beach bay, before heading back on the wettest boat ride ever, where waves continually b****ed slapped Lou in the face, it was awesome.
We caught a Bus from Tela to trujillo playing film and music trivia with our new buddy Gustavo, who for a 21 year old had an extensive knowledge of bad 80´s rock ballads. Trujillo proved to be the sleepiest town yet. We spent the days walking the beaches, and hiding from wild horses. We also watched an amazing sunset from our roof while sipping rum. As the sun went down the sky seemed to turn every colour going, although the rum was pretty strong. Not only the sleepiest town but Truillo proved to be one of the rudest. They didnt really want us there and after a couple of days neither did we. So with this confirmd by the bus station workers we started our 3 day mission to get to Nicaragua.
Apart from the days spent on cramped buses we did manage to fit in an amazing Butterfly and insect museum in La Ceiba. We were given a private guided tour by an ever enthusiastic owner. He had over 14,000 insects neatly nailed to the wall. Our favorites included the heaviest beatle in the world, the largest butterfly, psychadelic beatles, crickets that took the appearence of Starship troopers, and a live beatle called Hercules who could crush your arm with his horns.
So we bid farewell to Honduras and hello to Nicaragua. And for all those concerned our bellys are happy and full
Lots of love to everyone back home and hope everything be cool (not cold)
Loads of love Rob and Lou
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