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“Is that rain?”<br /><br />Who ever thought that three small words could usher in a more, err, colourful period of travel adventure? Waking in beautiful, spectacular La Ceiba early, we aimed to get to the terminal ASAP so we were certain to make the ferry to Utila. Utila is an island off the coast of mainland Honduras that was used as a hideout by pirates who would plunder Spanish ships that were carrying bounty the Spanish had plundered from South American Indians. The population of the pirates in these parts grew to 5000 or so until the authorities killed or enslaved the mauraudering bunch. Nice. Nearly as nice as the weather that bucketed down and filled the streets of La Ceiba with floating refuse.

TRAPPED IN HONDURAS! - "Everypeople are you ready to party?"

Patrick Gatland
2006-04-05 09:31:59

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there was a plane to Utila, We may or may not be allowed on it, the plane may or may not take off before the airport closed that night and we were not to approach the service desk again.

After ten hours at the airport playing UNO and watching the
rain fall we finally piled into a tiny, leaky plane. Julian, a QANTAS pilot, only added to my dread as he proclaimed that he had “no clue” as to what type of plane it was. One thing was certain - it had been Russian at some point in its long, long life. Warning signs in Cyrillic only heightened my nervousness. Unidentifiable ex-Soviet planes could not be so reliable, could they? I probably should have just asked the pilot as my knees were pushed into his back, but he was too busy opening the front windscreen (!) and sticking his head out to check whether there had been any abatement in the rain.

W took off… and about 8 minutes later we landed. After 11 hours of waiting we had finally traversed the 20 kilometres between the mainland and Utilia. The terminal in Utila was something to behold (see photos) and after grabbing our bags from the back of the plane we happily piled into a bus to take us into town.

The weather forced us to play two games over the next few days - UNO (of course) and the waiting game both of which are more fun if you weren’t electrocuted by a faulty power socket on your firs night in Utila. So we waited and waited and enjoyed the delightful intrigues that Utila had to offer. The main intrigue being the version of English they speak on the island. Almost a mix between Creole and a Jamaican drawl this treacley lingo is so amazing to hear spoken. When a couple of local are talking together you would swear they were speaking and entirely different language.

A few days in we finally managed to get on the boat and go diving - well, almost everybody. I was struck down with a very alluring Honduran bug that took me out of action for a day or two. However, ...

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