Zebrafish

Art, War and Revolution

Santa Rosa de Copan felt way off the backpacker trail. Its the main town of the area but has a sleepy cobbled street ambiance. With few tourists around it was easy to fall into conversation with locals, and we found little surprises like the descendant of a Ukrainian immigrant from WWII that had set up a apple liquor distillery called Timoshenka.

Messing about in boats and off the wall in the depths of Honduras

The chicken bus wound its way down hairpins to lago Attitlan, a huge blue volcanic crater lake surrounded by rainforest covered volcanoes and hills. At times the bus needed to reverse in order to get around the bends but we made it down and took a small ferry across to San Marcos, a sleepy local village with the lake front taken over by alternative lifestyle gurus.

Back to school 

Well our free salsa lesson confirmed we danced like ducks, but we had more expectations for Spanish school and the chance to live in one place for several weeks. But first we passed a few days in Antigua to get to Quetzaltenango.

Welcome to the jungle

The image of seeing a Mennonite snorkelling with braces, long trousers and blue checked long sleeved shirt and ginger beard stuck in my mind. And now we were camping in the jungle near a Mennonite area in Cayo.