Have Itch, Will Travel

I was looking forward to the Bay Islands and diving, but the closer the bus got to La Ceiba on the coast, the wetter the weather became. By the time the bus conductor called out "La Ceiba!" it was grey and partly flooded , I was cold and not looking forward to getting off. So I stayed on. The dreary weather seemed to put me in an apathetic mood. For two more hours I sat on the bus, watching the scenery change from coastal towns to the inner countryside, past banana plantations, farms and tiny villages. Apparently, we were bound for Olanchito , a place that wasn't mentioned in my guide book or marked on my map. When the bus finally reached the terminal where the weather was dry though overcast, I wondered if there was a bus back to La Ceiba since the little town didn't look like it had much in ways of accommodation for travelers. As fate would have it, there was only one daily bus and it was leaving in five minutes. The closer we got to La Ceiba , the wetter i...

Like Cerro Negro in Nicaragua, I stopped in the middle of Honduras just to visit it. I had heard that the capital, Tegucigalpa, was a dangerous place and managed to pass through on an international bus from Léon, straight to San Pedro Sula ... reputed to be just as dangerous. I stayed at Tamarindo Hostel which was lovely and friendly, like a homestay, though its location was more than walking distance to any worthwhile places. Planning to head for Pulhapanzak Falls, I was resigned to taking a cab to the bus terminal. The streets around the hostel were quiet and I walked towards the main road, looking for a cab. But a micro pulled up and said he could take me to the terminal. He didn't. He took me to the mercado where he pointed at another micro that could take me to the terminal. There, I asked a random jalador where I could find a bus to "Pulhapanzak". "To Pulha?" he asked. Yes. He pointed, "To Pulha." I had been practising saying the town...