Just arrived and am settling into the Tamarindo Hostal. No worries anywhere along the way. Not much to report just yet, but it’s always exciting to get into the heat of south.

Ok, so I haven´t been keeping up with the blogging thing. Frankly, I just don´t have the time to transcribe my notebook to the web. I´m in my fourth city, Tegucigalpa, following San Pedro Sula, Copan Ruinas and Tela, respectively. Already I´ve seen so much and spoken to so many people… this trip is an incredible survey of the the country and the human realities of its people. We´ve met with factory owners, union leaders, NGO volunteers, people from the poorest slums of San Pedro and more. We´re in a concrete jungle now after having seen monkeys up close in the coastal forest of Tela. I stood atop ruins and addressed the shadows of millions of Maya from centuries past.

From here we head to Roatan on Wednesday, and end in La Ceiba. Afterwards, some of us are striking out east to Trujillo for a week of lazy Spanish classes.

Much love,

Bessam

It has been a long time, hasn’t it? From Tegucigalpa I’ve been to the beaches of the Bay Islands (Roatan), hiked through cloud forest at Pico Bonito National Park, and left the group in La Ceiba. From there I spent a week in Trujillo on the north coast (a slow, steamy town) for a week of Spanish classes. Now, I am back in San Pedro Sula for a few days, doing ordinary things before heading to Livingston, Guatemala this weekend.

I spent the past few days around Lago de Yojoa, the largest lake in Honduras. We stayed at D&D’s Brewery, a little piece of Oregon imported by Bob Dale, microbrews and all. There was an ice-cold lake to swim in, and a 43m tall waterfall as well. The best part though was managing to hitch some rides “home”, first cramming into an SUV with a Salvadoran man and his mother, and then in the back of a pickup truck for a good long spell, maybe 50 km or more! The wide and the vistas of the Honduran countryside had me smiling the whole way.