With our gear somewhat aired out overnight, we packed up and headed out of La Ceiba via the most direct southern route the International Travel Map of Honduras showed. The Dutch guy who runs Amsterdam 2001 warned us that the road was not maintained, but if he knew who he was talking to he would have known that those were the magic words we were looking for; unmaintained mountain roads is what we live for. Or so we thought. After a little more than 30 kilomiters of climbing a twisty dirt road scattered with mountainside villages and beautiful vistas of the surrounding mountains and gushing river below, we found ourselves deadended into a narrow walking path heading steeply up the mountainside and a group a locals telling us it was not possible tocross the mountains on the bikes, only on foot. We figured these guys must know what they were talking about so, with a bit of remorse, we turned around for the mostly unpowered 30+ km back down to La Ceiba. It was all worth it though.
On the way back down we noticed several schools along the way and decided to stop at one of them and unload some dead weight we've been carrying with us since Texas: a bunch of pencils, crayons and small notebooks. We were greeted by the missonaries (a couple from Florida and a guy from Washington) that run the Chirstian school and they agreed to distribute the materials to a school that needed them most.
At the suggestion of the missionaries, we headed east from La Ceiba and stopped for the night at Helen's Hotel and Resturante; a beachside hotel paradise and the most expensive accomadations we've had in a long time: US$30. You can't stay at a place like this for $30 in the US, that's for sure.
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