Friday, July 28, 2006

30BE Part Five: Honduras & Nicaragua



Alright, so after a good night's sleep in SPS, our reformed trio moved on down the road to the capital of Honduras - Tegucigalpa. I just love that word. Mike is ahead of me once again, so why the hell should I bother to write about the trip? We took the same notes. Check here.

Once in Tegu we took a cab up the tortuous route to Parque Nacional La Tigra. The driver didn't know what he was in for. I kinda felt sorry for him, but not really. I've been screwed by too many cabbies. This is cabbie karma payback. Anyway, he made some money, but I'm sure it won't cover the damage to his suspension. Next time, know what you are talking about before agreeing to take someone's money. Lesson learned.

As Mike mentions, the guard at the head of the trail was none too helpful. I half-expected to hear jungle drums about a mile into the trail. "Get the gringos!" Nothing of the sort happened - we saw NOBODY the whole time in the park. Of course we picked the longest trail, expecting to be able to rest our weary feet at the hostel on the other end. The first section of this trails was a BITCH. I have not hiked this hard in awhile. Plus, we had all of our stuff with us. Mike's pack is pretty small. For God's sake, the man only brought one pair of undies, and I think he'd thrown them away by this point. Mick's was medium. Mine was pretty large. At this point I was wishing I had not brought along that beach towel.

But, it was worth it...


Above, my Tarzan shot. Below, video I took from my perch on the rock above.


I think this pic is hysterical. We genuinely were not feeling like we were looking. The self-timer was on, and we were all three simultaneously wondering, "Has the damn thing taken the picture yet?" I really wanted to get back to that peanut-butter in my hand.




You can see the pic Mike was taking at his site (linked above). Trippy.


OK, remember that hostel I mentioned. It wasn't there. No one was. The guard post was deserted. So we kept hiking. See, in the pic above, the little town in that first valley? That is what we had to hike down to, in order to get the next set of directions. The road was so steep that I was honestly concerned I might suddenly snap an ACL. Another bitch, but down this time. Stupid pack.

In San Juancito, we were directed to hike further - on to the highway in order to catch the immanent arrival of the last bus back to Tegu. Somehow we found some more energy and just about ran the next mile and a half. Of course we waited for the bus half an hour once we got to the stop.

Finally back in Tegu we walked into the city center and checked into a hotel I'd stayed at before. We found Pizza Hut. Lovely. However,our room sounded like the trucks outside were driving through it. I think the acoustics somehow amplified the disruptive farting of the crappy mufflers. We did not sleep well.



The next day was long with bus rides. Mike tells of it here. Our hotel in San Juan del Sur was pretty nice. I went ahead and booked it for two nights. That first night there was an intense thunderstorm. The claps of thunder were so loud, and simultaneous with the lightening, that I literally think I woke up in mid-air. It was that powerful. I almost crapped my shorts, twice. So did Mick. Mike slept through it.



On the day in-between we made an excursion to the Isla de Ometepe (see Google Earth image above). Usually one might want to spend more time there than that, to hike. We were hiked out. We hired a local guide to show us some petroglyphs left behind by the former, native inhabitants of the island. Apparently they were chased here by those nasty Aztecs up north. They definitely didn't draw as well as the Aztecs and Mayans. See below...


Me, being a silly jackass.


The guide took us to a hotel restaurant situated on the "neck" between the two halves of the island (where he surely gets a kick-back). We ate a pretty good meal while looking out over Lake Nicaragua. We also went by the other main town on the island, but the museum was closed. Fortunately, there were some statues in the yard of the local cathedral that we could look at. Why they moved these pagan relics here, I don't know.

Oh yeah, since my last visit they have paved the main road around the island. Holy Jesus, things are better now.


We saw lots of these birds. They looked like crested blue-jays on steroids. They were BIG.



We took the last ferry back to the mainland, then cabbed back to San Juan. Didn't do much that night. In the morning we were jipped out of our second breakfast that was supposed to be included. That's alright - I refused to pay for the laundry that we had done. Even Stephen. On the way out of town we found a great used-book store slash cafe called the Black Cat. The owner used to be a commodities trader in Houston before he gave it up and moved down here. Enron, anyone?



Above, a 360 of San Juan del Sur. Next, it was on to Costa Rica!

3 Comments:

Blogger Unknown said...

It's THE THREE AMIGOS!!!

Jason jumped ahead of me on this posting. Gotta get back to work. Going out to Vancouver in three days. I'll have LOTS of Orca pix then.

8:25 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Gracias por mostrar la belleza natural de mi pais Honduras.

1:58 PM  
Blogger Kelvin said...

Me - again !!! Rather than list your blog under USA, I started a new listing.........International !!!
A really great blog.

3:15 AM  

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