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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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once we got on the boat it was plain sailing and on our second day we managed to squeeze in a dive before the seas turned and yours truly got sea sick. Between the fish and me one of us had a full stomach that afternoon.

The only thing more gut churning than the nasty weather was the continued overt drug references that our captain and crew made. As though making as many stupid “smoke” or “ciggie” double entendres during any conversation would make us think it was cool to engage in drug smuggling across international borders. Don’t get me wrong, I’m no prude, but stashing a good kilo of marijuana in your boat and sailing between Honduras and Guatemala is not an action that, in my view, can be swept aside with “Ah, it’s OK, we’ve done it before.” For once the atrocious weather was a saviour and we cancelled the trip back to Guatemala because of wind and rain rather than the fact that we didn’t want to appear on the front page of the Sydney Morning Herald labelled as the “Guatemalan 5”.

But don’t get me wrong. Utila and Honduras are great places - if the weather is fine and the diving good. However, my favourite memory of my time in Honduras came not from a Honduran but from, who else but a French Canadian. Ubiquitous in any diving location is a “kerazy” bar that holds “kerazy” competitions to entice divers to drink at its establishment. For Utila the bar was aptly named “Coco Loco” (the “Kerazy” Coconut) and every Tuesday hordes of divers would compete in teams in sculling competitions. The only thing special about this competition was its host - the “kerazy” French Canadian. True to form, this guy’s English was as bad as most FC’s - verging on non-existent and at the very best atrocious. But he had been selected from all the English speakers in the bar to host the competition - in English. From beginning to the bitter end of the beer sloshing we were treated to him screaming the 3 English phrases he knew: “WATCH OUT!”, “I wan ya to make two budiful lines” and (my personal favourite) “Everypeople are you ready to party!?!”

I wont fall into my usual rant of how odd it is that FC’s are so proud they don’t speak English but let me just note for the record that I was about as pleased to have him hosting as I was when someone decided it would be OH SO COOL to do some fire twirling later that night. The members of UNSW Circusoc have a LOT to answer for.

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