Some happy faces from the past.

These faces are stone carvings located in one of the areas of the Copan Ruins. This particular area was used for celebrations and dances. Hence, the smiles!

A rare sighting...

I have actually posed for a picture. The location is the steps of one of the Copan Ruins. The Copan Ruins are one of the most visited tourist attractions in Honduras. It is one of the oldest Mayan sites in Central America.

A brief public service announcement.

This blog is intented to keep my friends back in Trinidad up to date with my adventures. Those of you out there who like the site give me a email. Let me know someone is seeing it. You know how to reach me. And yes, I am missing home.

My favourite picture so far...

The translation says 'Life is short, enjoy it.' Enough said.

A popular form of transport.

This seems to be a very popular means of transport in the smaller towns. It is basically a motorbike with a cabin for driver and passengers. I wonder if I can fit one in my bag?

An Internet Cafe and Laundry in Copan.

An Internet Cafe and Laundry in Copan. I swear that I thought of it first. Just did not do it yet. Sounds familiar?

Here is a picture of Hell. It is really a snack while you wait.

Now fellow trinis, that snack is looking like carrot, onion and some type of vegetable in one bowl and some seasoning in the other. I saw everybody eating it, so when in Rome do as the romans. That is as HOT as Hell. Caliente, I was told by the waitress between laughs. Those green things are really mountain chili peppers and a chili pepper dip to go with it. Pressure. I ate my meal of chicken tacos and drank 2 soft drinks and was still suffering. Respect due to the locals.

A picture of the Center from a Mexican eatery.

A view while I waited for my meal. The Center is the main square in San Pedro Sula. Surrounded by malls and a rather large cathedral on one side and business places.

YesI know, sticking as normal.

Well, we arrived safely. Honduras is not what I thought it would be. Not that it is bad, just not what I expected. The country is beautiful and is very diverse. But with all places you may visit there are good and bad. We are staying in San Pedro Sula the industrial capital of Honduras. I will try my best from now on to post at least every 2 days. No excuses. Well, maybe one or two every now and then ;)

The Intransit feeling.

The joining flights between Colombia to Honduras were uneventful. Just the normal running through the airport to meet planes that have already begun to board. But that should be expected judging by the way things were going so far. The plane food was plain, but the flight were only about 45 minutes each. But, we were on our way to our final destination.

The National Bird of Honduras.

This is the National Bird of Honduras, the Macaw.

The next morning.

I got up feeling stiff all over. I wonder if this is what old age feels like? Woke up my friends and was 'voted' to be the first to take a bath. Take into mind that I do love taking a bath, but this is a different kind of cold. I had on socks on carpet and was feeling the cold from the floor. So having been given the esteemed position as 'the test rat', (nah rats have fur, I was the test 'hairless rat'). The process of undressing, running into the shower, bathing and running back into the cold was daunting. But I survived. Breakfast was free, or should I say part of fee we payed for renting the rooms. Take note of the word free, a continental breakfast is not, and I repeat not a Trini breakfast in Bogota. One slice of toasted bread and butter, a tiny fruit bowl and coffee or orange juice. Pressure! Thank God for the bakery around the corner, where we met some of the people we saw at breakfast, huh? Time to check out of the hotel and pay the bills. Called for the taxi and enjoyed the trip to the airport. Had to see if we could be fit in on a flight to Honduras. My uhm, excellent spanish cut down the time to only about 15 minutes and talking to about five people. Hoping each time they understand my spanish. One more stop was added to the list. We had to go to San Salvador then to Costa Rica before going to Honduras!

A night in Colombia.

There we were on our way to a hotel that we knew nothing of, with a taxi driver we hoped was not talking us to our death. We finally arrived, well not to sound too bad it was only 10 minutes from the airport. My spanish was getting either better by the second or maybe not. Hotel Maria Isabel Bogota is a beautiful hotel in an old section of the town. Did I mention that there was a man in gloves by the door to carry our bags in. (Thank God because as normal I over packed). Had to use my 'great' spanish skills to ask for rooms for my fellow refugees. It only took about 20 minutes, by the way the US dollar is king everywhere. It took about another 20 minutes to call Trinidad, the operator never heard of Trinidad and Tobago. The rooms were great, dinner was even better. The weather in Bogota is one of extremes, when we arrived it was a warm midday. The night was... how should I say it... freezing cold, in the room when you talked you saw your breath turn to ice... really. I slept in a jeans, socks, a long jersey and another on my crystal ball. Pressure!

The late arrival.

Well I finally have internet access, so all you folks who I promised to keep up to date on my adventures look out 'cause I have plenty to tell.
We (myself and two other trinis) left our native land to go to Honduras on work related training. Not having US visas we had to take the ´scenic´ route. Being through Venezuela, Colombia, Costa Rica and then to our destination Honduras. Sounds long does it? Well it got longer! The flight from Venezuela to Colombia was delayed by 1 hour. So as a result we missed the flight from Colombia to Costa Rica!!
Did I mention that the only spanish I speak is Corona. (Well I can speak a little more, but you get the gist). Had to be the spanish speaker for my 'marooned' group. Had a tough time trying to find our luggage, thank God we got it. And trying to figure out how to say, sign, draw, beg for information on the next flight that evening.
Someone ever told you some thing and you understood but just did not want to hear. It hapened to me. I was told in broken spanglish that there was no more flights to Costa Rica that evening. How will I tell my friends who were depending on me to find out what time we leaving Colombia...
I did it in the best way I could, as a true trini. I let it all out in nice trini terms, that of course I cannot put online. What do we do now???