Running into the Storm

Northern Caribbean Coast of Honduras

We left Costa Rica, and headed to the northern Caribbean coast of Honduras.  Our plan was to stay in Triunfo de la Cruz, a small Afro-Caribbean community located on one end of the Bay of Tela.  This village was home to the Garifuna people, descendants of Carib, Arawak and West African people.

As we crossed into Honduras it began to rain.  Then it started to pour.  We arrived in Triunfo de la Cruz to find a windswept village on the edge of a very angry ocean.  The salty waves were overflowing into the streets, and palm fronds and coconuts were strewn about.  We got out of the truck to get a better look at the waves.  We realized this wouldn't be the best place to be during a storm.

We drove up the road to the beach camp we had planned to stay.  The caretaker was outside, watching the ocean as we arrived.  She said the camp had no electricity or water. As we were speaking to her, I caught a glance of PJ in my peripheral vision.  He had discovered a little cement pond, and had jumped in to go after the ducks.  We raced over to the pond to find him laser focused.  I don’t think he even realized we were there.  As PJ dove for the ducks, I saw the caregiver begin to actually pull her own hair.  

Jorge grabbed a stick to try to lead PJ near the edge, but he was too quick.  I wanted to laugh out loud at this funny scene, but it wouldn't really be appropriate if PJ ended up eating one of those ducks. Jorge was finally able to grab PJ and pull him out, only to have him escape and dive back in.  In the end, Jorge got that crazy dog out of the pond and the ducks lived another day.  The caretaker was happy when we finally got on our way.

We drove into the town of Tela, and found a place to stay on higher ground.  Although it rained for most of the week, we took some time to explore the area on foot and on our bikes. 

The most interesting day was when we discovered another Garifuna village called Miami.  It was located on a sand bar between the ocean and Los Micos Lagoon. There was one sandy road that ran the length of the village.  Palm frond houses were scattered along the lagoon and the beach.  Horses and children ran free.  This sweet little village had a peaceful and quiet vibe.  Photos below.

By the time we left Honduras, we had been gone almost a year.  My clothes were tattered and torn.  I broke one toe early on in Mexico, and sprained both wrists Nicaragua.  We both had been stung by bees and bugs.  My feet were cut and bruised.  Jorge was stung by a scorpion in Panama.  It was just a small price to pay for such a great adventure.

Our next stop was Rio Dulce, Guatemala.  This place turned out to be one of our top 3 destinations.  Look for my next post coming soon!