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The Good, the Bad and the Ugly of Backpacking

2010 September 7

I woke up the next morning relaxed, rested and feeling like a million bucks. Upon reaching Utila, Jonas and I found a nice air-conditioned bungalow at Cross Creek, a sister dive shop to Utila Dive Center. I signed up for my 10-pack fun-dive at UDC, Jonas his open water course, had a couple of beers, a nice steak at RJ’s BBQ and called it in early after our bender the night before.

The view of Cross Creek from our humble abode.

All was right in the world. We had made it to Utila, found a place to sleep on a packed island and Sunjam was now only hours away. Sure the tickets cost $50, you couldn’t bring anything and everything there promised to be vastly overpriced. But we were going to an all-night rave, with some of the best DJs around, on a deserted island, in the CARIBBEANS. Game. Set. Match. This was going to be awesome.

Or so I thought.
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On the Road to Sunjam

2010 August 30

The sharp “BEEP BEEP, BEEP BEEP, BEEP BEEP” of my watch pierced through my hazy sleep and announced that it was 4:30am. The moment I had been dreading was here. As predicted, waking up was painful. I had pulled the “stay out late, sleep on the bus” routine before but every time I wondered what the hell I was thinking. I felt like I had been punched in the face, run over and subsequently dragged several miles. So painful was it that I thought, “You know what? Death sounds pretty good right now!”

But the show must go on. I mustered all of my remaining might and willpower and managed to hastily pack everything up. My mouth reeked of morning breath, since I couldn’t brush the night before, so I made my way to the bathroom with toothbrush in tow. God dammit, the water was still out. Fuck it, I had bigger things to worry about than morning breath, mainly the half mile or so trek to the bus stop.

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Mayan Ruins, Irish Backpackers and Late Night Chicken

2010 August 25

I woke up the next day to explore what I came here for: the ruins.

The view looking back into town.

Located about 15-20 minutes by foot from the town, the Copan ruins are the best in Honduras. I’m no anthropologist nor historian so I defer to Wikipedia for the history of the ruins. You enter through a visitor center and then it’s a short walk through a forested area to the ticket checkpoint. All of the visitors are funneled through here to make sure you paid the $15 to get in. Although no Machu Picchu or Angkor Wat, they were still pretty impressive. The complex consisted of numerous temples, statues and a ball court. Residential areas were in the back and there’s also a museum (which I skipped).

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First Impressions of Honduras

2010 August 22

After freezing my ass off for several months in a San Franciscan “summer”, it was very refreshing to be in a hot climate. I landed in San Pedro around 11am and the next bus to leave for Copan was at 1pm. My ticket with Casasola Express cost 110 lempiras (or about $5.82) and entailed a 3.5 – 4 hour ride. Not a bad deal, but still slightly more expensive than the $1/hr standard that I had grown accustomed to in South America. I walked out to the bus platform and saw that the Casasola bus was an older, slightly beat-down touring bus. In the hierarchy of buses, this represented a step above the chicken buses but still several rungs below the nice coaches we’re used to here in the states.

How the locals roll in Honduras.

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Damn it Feels Good to Be Back in Latin America

2010 August 18

As I looked out of my window on the final approach into San Pedro Sula, Honduras, all I saw was a sea of green. A canopy of trees covered the rolling hills that stretched to the mountains on the horizon. Here and there, small silver reflections of roofs dotted the landscape. The lower we got, the foggier the windows became from the impending heat and humidity. After landing, I passed through customs, grabbed some lempiras from an ATM and jumped into a cab with an American working in Tegucigalpa.

As we careened and raced down the dusty, sign-less road towards San Pedro’s bus terminal, I couldn’t help but notice a wide grin slowly forming across my face.

Leaving San Pedro.

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Back in Action

2010 August 16
by Paul

Back in San Francisco. Expect Honduras recaps soon.

Counting Down to Vacay Baby

2010 August 2

As of right now, I’ll be boarding my flight to Honduras in approximately 44 hours. I’m really looking forward to the trip as it’ll be my first time out of the country in over a year. It was a bit sad to see that a layer of dust had formed on my passport, but like seeing an old friend, it was great to be reunited.

Peacing out!

I’ll be in Honduras for a total of 12 days and like my other trips, rolling solo. The past couple of days, I’ve been taking care of pre-trip errands and I’ve just begun packing.

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