Sounds of Honduras

We flew from Managua to Honduras early Sunday morning. That was my third day in a row waking around 3:30 or 4 AM. The first two nights the howler monkeys at Domitila were the cause. The third time was the taxi to the airport.

From San Pedro Sula we drove to La Ceiba, a place of good memories for my mother who did her Peace Corps time in Honduras. Unfortunately La Ceiba didn't impress me. A lot can change in 30 years. Maybe a bit more time would improve my perspective.

The drive to Balfate, further down the coast from La Ceiba, was quite nice with the ocean to the left and ~8000 foot mountains to the right. The coastal range is really quite beautiful with steep rocky rivers. Balfate is in the middle of no where. The road here is unpaved, dirt with memories of gravel and holes showing the way forward. The compound at the end of our ride is owned by a retired plastic surgeon from Mississippi. He is the host of the sustainable tourism training that brought us to Honduras.

The first night, after a long day of work preparing for the training I walked around the grounds with my field recorder. I'll upload the audio when I figure out how.