The funny thing about Utila, is that its a bit of a black hole. Time just seems to disappear into it. So whilst I remember arriving, and I remember leaving, I’m not entirely sure what happened to all the bits in between. Caye Caulker was taking it easy with Tim and Stu, but Utila brought doing nothing to a whole new level. I’m really selling this aren’t I? Read More
White water rafting, 30ft cliff jumps, and an idilic location on the bank of the Rio Cangrejal, the little green book was right when it said that backpackers end up staying here longer than expected. Just 10 km up river from La Ceiba, I stayed at the Jungle River Lodge, the sister hostel to the Banana Republic Guesthouse (NB. it seems irony isn’t lost on the locals) for an escape from the coast I’d had hugged for so long. Read More
So how does your fourth successive day on a boat, vomit, dodgy immigration, lots of guns, crazy traffic and a three and a half hour bus journey sound? Sounds like your average journey from Belize to Honduras. Read More
For the past three days and two nights I have been wearing nothing but my swimming shorts, haven’t seen an ounce freshwater (to clean with), have been sleeping in a tent, and have done a lot of swimming. I was going to try and liken it to Glastonbury, but I see now that apart from the tent and the swimming the analogy doesn’t quite hold. Read More
Pronounced Key Corker (with at least some sort of Caribbean elongation otherwise it’d just be silly), this is slow down central. Life here is slow, slow and chilled, chilled and relaxing. There’s a refreshing on shore breeze which means your don’t get bitten and you don’t break into a sweat just walking around. Tina’s hostel where we are staying for US$10 a night sits right on the beach, and if you really wanted you get spend your whole day lounging in the palm shaded hammocks reading and drinking Belikin. THIS is a holiday. Read More
