We have a special guest writer on Jeblog today. My wife, R, is taking the reins to record the details about her recent trip to Honduras. Enjoy the read! -Jeff
Early Thanksgiving morning Jeff dropped me off at the Philly airport to begin my long day of travel to Honduras. I arrived in San Pedro Sula that afternoon, cleared customs with no problems and waited for luggage that seemed to be last off the plane. C met me at the airport and together we took Tela Express bus to Tela on the Caribbean coast of Honduras. We arrived after dark following a slow, long ride in the rain on an old, crowded bus. A good conversation with C made the time fly by. We checked into hotel Maya Vista at the top of a hill in Tela. We enjoyed a shrimp dinner at the hotel restaurant with nice ambiance, candles, friendly staff. We hit the hay early in the Azul room of the hotel, excited to see the rest of the town in the morning.
Bright and early we walked to the top of the hotel to check out the view and get the lay of the land. A beautiful view of the ocean and surronding area awaited. The hotel is on top of a hill and is a very tall hotel with many layers, balconies and hammocks to view the ocean from. We walked into Tela and bought some rambutans (or lychees) to eat on the street near the town square. Tela is a busy city with lots of people, cars, trucks and buses about. After some shopping at a small department store we found a tour company that offered guided tours of the national parks and forests the next day. We signed up for a kayak tour of Punto Izopo National park. In the afternoon we took a cab out of the city to the nearby lush and rainforest-y Lancetilla Botanical Gardens (complete with rain and mosquitos). It was a nice walk in the fresh air with lots of beautiful plants. We ate pizza for dinner and went on a long walk across the bridge to see Tela Neuva and then had an early night in.
Early the next morning we met out tour guide, Melvin, and our four travel companions; a couple from Idaho, a Brit and an Aussi. We all piled into a small pick-up truck and travelled down a long, muddy dirt road through a Garifuna village and to the park. Being the rainy season, the road stopped at a river where we were ferried two at a time across by a woman in a dugout canoe. We hiked for 20 minutes down the rest of the road to the river (Rio Platano) and carried the kayaks for the last 100 meters. During the 1-2 hour tour we saw howler monkeys, birds (the Bujaja) and some alligators. Then we had lunch of shrimp, beans, rice and salad at the Guarifuna village on the beach under palm frond huts. We lounged on the beach and waded in the surf until it was time to head back into town on the long, winding mud road. Back at the hotel we showered, changed and headed out to dinner at El Presidente restaurant with a fellow teacher A, her mother and brother who were also staying at the Maya Vista. A good meal with some good people.
The next morning we took the 7:00am Tela Express back to San Pedro Sula. We had baleadas at the main bus terminal and hopped on another bus to La Entrada. The bus was stopped by the police along the way, who zeroed in on the Gringas to ask for passports and that's when I realized I had left mine in Tela in the hotel safe! C finessed the policia and we continued on our way. Once in La Entrada we borrowed a friendly bus driver's cell phone (C's battery was dead) and worked with the Maya Vista to determine the best option was to send the passport to the Hedman Alas main terminal in San Perdo Sula for pick up on Tuesday morning. The ride from La Entrada to Copan, while the shortest distance traveled that day, took the longest with lots of stops to drop off/ pick up more passengers. We arrived in Copan Ruinas that afternoon and went to C's apartment to freshen up before going out to the Mayan ruins. The ruins were impressive, a slice of history. There were many enormas Cieba trees there, the national tree of Honduras and a soul recharger according to Mayan tradition. A lovely walk around the ruins in the cooler mountain air of the Copan region. C cooked a nice spaghetti dinner with the fellow teachers who live upstairs that we enjoyed together. A walk to a nearby ice-cream store for desert topped off a lovely evening in Copan Ruinas. It is a beautiful town in the mountains with cobble stone streets, and many restaurants, cafes, hotels and places that cater to the gringo tourists that flock to the area to see the impressive ruins outside of town.
The next morning, bright and early, we headed off to school. I was a helper in C's second grade class at the Mayatan School. The children were full of energy and excited to show Miss R things they had found on a nature hike. They were able to practice their English skills on me and I was impressed with their enthusiasm. They were learning about how to add three numbers, the verb "to have" and different animal habitats. I met some of the other teachers C works with, they were all very friendly, some from the US and some native Spanish speakers too. The school is very open with two or so classrooms in each building separated by open grassy-courtyard areas. There were flowers around the edges of the buildings and C's building is up on a small hill overlooking the rest of the school. The children ate lunch at a small cafeteria that served baleadas and other foods I did not recognize but looked tasty. After school that day C and I took the motorcycle to the hot springs, about 27km outside of town along a mountain road into the forest. The hot springs were divided into a two parts, one was more expensive than the other, and we chose the spendy option, which was beautiful! We were first led on a tour of the expansive grounds and all 20 or so different soaking options. There were multiple huts with chairs and tables to enjoy a picnic and two swinging bridges, many stepping stone crossings, terraced pools with paths through the jungle leading to each area. We found a pool suitably cool for the baby and stayed there until it got dark. I tried out one additional pool that was much hotter but did not seem to have a bottom (that I could find any way!). Then it was back to Copan in the dark, out for dinner at a local place where they (sometimes) carry the food (or drinks) on their heads and then home to bed.
I had a very early wake-up call, at 4:00am to catch the Hedman Alas bus back to San Pedro Sula to claim my passport and catch a plane back to the U.S. The bus ride was uneventful (I slept) and I arrived in San Pedro by 8:30am. Thank goodness my passport was there, as specified and I was able to buy an ticket to the airport from the terminal. I did not have C with me, so communication was difficult as I speak little to no Spanish but I managed. I got to the airport about 5 hours early and spend time there before flying back to Miami and then to Philly, arriving back in Delaware at 2:30am. And I did make it work the next day! I had a good trip and was glad to be home.
For more pictures of the trip, go here.
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