Friday, December 28, 2007

Day 41: Omoa, Honduras to La Ceiba, Honduras

Waking up early we enjoyed some nice fresh brewed coffee and I used the rush of energy to write down some thoughts. Coffee is amazing for helping ideas flow free in the morning from the mind. I know that it is just a tool but an amazing one at that. I wonder if green tea or another healthy substitue is out there.

We packed up camp at the backpackers and headed for la ceiba. This is the land where the mountains meet the ocean, massive mountains to say the least, my guess is around 1000 meters but could be more.

It took us longer to get to La Ceiba than we though it would, partly do to being lost in San Pedro Sula, a massive city said to be very dangerous. We were warned that we should be careful on our bikes cause someone might pull out a gun at a stoplight and try and highjack them. As a side note the signs in Honduras are not the best we have seen (or not seen).

Arriving in La Ceiba, or a little past due to lack of singage, we parked "downtown" and a lovely girl came up to the obviously lost travelers if we needed some help. Sure, we are looking for a place to stay and park our bikes. As it turned out she spoke amazing english and studied in the USA on scholarship. She pointed us in a direction, but as it turns out there is not a great spot to park our bikes, feel safe about leaving them there, and finding a cheap place to sleep. We found what we were looking for at Amsterdam 2001, a backpackers run by a 83 year old Dutch guy with some amazing stories.

For dinner we ate at a little cafe run by his daughter two doors down away from the beach (we were a house away from the beach. Amazing food at an even more amazing price. In Honduras they use the Limpiras, about 20:1. So a beer is about 20 limps, dinner is 50-65 limps, and you can see that getting fed is very cheap.

We were introduced to Joe, aka Colin, a life long traveler from britain who is also full of traveling and life stories. So between the Dutch fellow and Joe our night consisted of a dropped jaw, amazment and the checking of passports to check if the stories were really true. The Dutch fellow, I keep referring to hiim as the Dutch fellow because I have forgotten his name, was stationed on asubmarine in WWII and fought in Japan, Southeast Asia and around the world. Joe, has never been to war and will "die for no man". He has been to Timbuckto and crossed the river quie.

The concensis from people we have met so far is that the world is going to shit, thanks to the American imperialists, and the war in Iraq is the most absurd piece of bull.

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