A dirty Caribbean Beach Town
Trip Start Aug 26, 2005
125Trip End May 26, 2008
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The place is a complete dump. Rubbish lines every street, where stray dogs covered in mange roam in packs. The locals are far from welcoming and sit in piles of their own filth on the gutter, muttering drunken words under their breath as you pass. It’s stinking hot and the beach is so polluted you can’t swim. The water glows a toxic green colour and the sand can barely be seen from the garbage lining the shores, making it a death wish to swim. Trevor already had a serious ear infection from swimming in a pool in the middle of the jungle. Everything is polluted out here.
It’s not what you would expect from a Caribbean beach town at all. The local people call themselves Garifunas, and are descendants from African slaves. They have a number of traditional communities scattered along the north coast of Honduras. But basically, they are all scumbags. It doesn’t sound nice, but I simply tell it how it is. Trevor and most other travelers hold the same opinion of the town as me.
On arrival we were dumped at the bus station and walked a few hundred meters to a hotel recommended by the Lonely Planet. It was a dump. We were barely in the front door before we said to each other, let’s get outta here. Option two was a few blocks away. We walked past packs of stray dogs and found what would be our home for the next two nights. Slightly better than the last place, it was still disgusting, but the door had a lock and the beds still had a few springs left so we paid our 30 pesos and checked in.