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 ...

The Shock of Shops It was time for us to finally say goodbye to Utila, once the parcel had arrived. A sad farewell of the Kulak Gustavo was had and a farewell to Charlie and Antonia. The kulak looked fit to burst into tears but Lisa’s and Charlie’s concern was reserved for the criminal getting on the ferry with us. He was sandwiched between two police officers, which might have diminished our fears had they been similar to British police officers; the...

Trapped Utila was our next stop on our itinerary. We had planned to spend a while here in order for Charlie to learn to dive and also to wait for a package to arrive from the UK for Lisa. The trip was also to enable Lisa and her boyfriend, The Kulak, to be reunited after an absence of nearly 2 years. On the boat journey to Utila there was a rather large lady that had the exact facial features of a pig. She chose to park her king size frame on a seat that everyone...

The Nightmare of Belize Returns The journey from Copan Ruinas to Tela was a small adventure in itself. We missed both direct buses to San Pedro Sula, due to Lonely Planet lies. This meant we had to get 3 buses to reach Tela. The first bus we got from Copan Ruinas was a typical chicken bus but differed as it actually had a chicken on it! A farmer kulak was holding it on his lap. The bus was very slow and stopped in one town, only 10 minutes down the road, for abo...

Mayans Ignored Again…. We caught a 4am shuttle bus from Antigua and arrived at Copan Ruinas in the pouring rain at 12.30pm. People were trying to harrass us about hotels again, so we stomped off up a steep hill to get away from them and get our bearings. The first hotel we went to (Posada Honduras) was OK, but very expensive. Having walked so far to get to it, we agreed and left our bags in our room while we went to an ATM. However, on our way back we en...