Lake Yojoa and Malcolm the bird man

Trip Start Apr 06, 2010
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Monday, August 16, 2010

After a long day of travelling on and off boats and numerous chicken buses, and all on 2 hours sleep, we arrived very tired in Pena Blanca in the heart of rural Western Honduras. We'd heard about a micro-brewery here that sounded like a nice place to stay, and even though drinking was the last thing we felt like doing we checked in for the night. The brewery is in a tiny village 2km outside of Pena Blanca and on the edge of Lake Yojoa - the largest lake in Honduras and home to over 400 species of bird and 800 species of plant. The remainder of our afternoon was pretty uneventful, apart from discovering a flying ants nest in our room, and meeting Malcolm, an ex-pat from Ipswich who has spent the last 30 years travelling the world and now gives enthusiastic tours of the lake and it's wildlife. Back in our room full of now squashed flying ants, we caught up on some desperately needed post-Utila sleep. The following morning we were up early at 6am for coffee and granola at Malcolm's place, and spent the next 4 hours on the lake in a rowing boat 'bird spotting', trying to maintain Malcolm's level of enthusiasm for hundreds of different bird calls and split-second sightings in the trees. We did however spot herons, kingfishers, ospreys, bats, otters and best of all some toucans, and it was a beautiful, peaceful morning out on the lake and the surrounding villages.

We spent the not so peaceful afternoon back on the road, and via one taxi, one collectivo, three different chicken buses and a swift half mile walk, we finally arrived in the capital city Tegucigalpa, just before sunset. Luckily we stopped by the Tica bus terminal 5 minutes before it closed for the night to discover there was a bus at 9.30 the following morning all the way to Managua, the capital of Nicaragua. We found quite a nice place to stay in a dodgy part of the city (but very close to the bus terminal) and typically ended up having to go on the hunt for a cahero automatico (aka ATM) in the dark, in the rain, without a map and 3 different sets of directions (all of which turned out to be wrong) as we didn't have enough Lempiras left for the bus ticket or departure tax. We got there in the end though and grabbed some cheap 'typical' food consisting of re-fried beans, scrambled eggs, fried plantains, corn tortillas, a slice of some strange looking meat, barely warm rice and sour cream...just what you need the night before a 9 hour bus ride?
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jackson on

Louici, can you imagine my fear in looking at those pics of the birds! ;-0
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