The Americas

Today was an extremely long travel day. Our alarm went off at 5:30am so that we could catch the 7:00am ferry from Utila to mainland Honduras. Catching the early ferry meant we could board a shuttle bus to Antigua in Guatemala.

On the ferry we met a very scouse Evertonian who was telling us about how he'd been robbed on the island amongst various other travel adventures.

There were no such characters on our bus, apart from the driver who decided to evade a traffic jam by driving in the dark on the wrong side of a twisting road. We did have to give way to a few lorries along the way but we navigated the jam unharmed and saved a lot of time!

At one point late in the journey I thought the roof was leaking as I could feel droplets landing on my bare arms. Turns out it wasn't a roof leak, but in fact the bus drivers friend, being sick out (and in) of the front window. The driver had to clean the outside of the bus at a service station.

To top it all off, as we pulled up to our hostel in Antigua at half past midnight, I discovered the cooking oil in our food bag had emptied itself, which in the dark had then ended up on my shorts, shirt and man bag.

Eventually we climbed into bed at 1:30am, after standing at the hostel sink wiping oil off of, US Dollars, Guatemalan Quetzals, portable chargers, insect cream tubes, and all the other contents of the bags.

Climbing into bed was harder for Dan as he was on the third tier of his bunk bed. The silver lining of all this being that the hostel is actually lovely so we had a good night's sleep (until the church bells opposite rang 20+ times at each of 6am, 6:15am and 6:30am).Les mer