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The Wheels on the Bus Go Round and Round

July 18th, 2007 | Print

Honduran BusesOur travel through Central America had been, at points, hectic. These were not the buses of South America that we had grown accustomed to, and getting from point A to B proved to be more of a challenge. But our last day of travel in Honduras and crossing the border to Guatemala really took the cake.

Our last day in Honduras was spent traveling from one seaside town in the north to another, not far away. But we couldn’t go directly - we had to bus it inland to a town to catch another bus further north, and yet another to Omoa, where we wanted to go (see Show Me The Beach! for details). On our first bus, we secured seats for ourselves, but there was no space for our bags. We sat sweating away without AC, bags piled on top for extra warmth. I jimmy-rigged one of the bags to hang out somewhat into the isle, which gave us some additional breathing room. (more…)


Show Me The Beach!

July 17th, 2007 | Print

The Beautiful View of an Oil Barge off the Coast of TelaAfter having thrown up and downed some Dramamine and Imodium, I slept in a drug-induced state the five hours to Tela. I could barely wake myself to get off the bus once we arrived.

Our taxi driver told us that the hotel we wanted to go to was closed, but we didn’t believe her since that was a common scam by taxi drivers who want to take people to hotels where they can get a commission. We made her take us to the hotel anyway where we discovered it was indeed closed for renovations. Per her recommendation, we checked into another hotel that was clean and had a real treat — cable TV. (more…)


Capital Punishment

July 16th, 2007 | Print

You Always Feel Safe With a Guard and a Shotgun? The bus from Nicaragua to Honduras didn’t actually leave from Granada. It left from Managua, the capital of Nicaragua, headed for Tegucigalpa, the capital of Honduras. We had heard bad things about Managua (”it’s dangerous,” “there’s absolutely nothing to see,” “if you can in any way avoid it, you should”) and although we had heard these types of warnings about other capital cities, these seemed particularly universal and foreboding.

Unfortunately, the bus left Managua at 5am — too early for us to catch a bus from Granada to Managua the same day. Our options were to go to Managua and spend the night, or to take a $30 taxi from Granada to Managua that morning. We opted for the taxi. (more…)