If you have flown to the Honduran Bay Islands and have not experienced the
mainland then an arrival at La Ceiba harbor is an eye opener. On the islands, cars are a
relative scarcity. One quite forgets that this is not the norm and it is therefore all the
more surprising to behold a hungry pack of dilapidated taxies awaiting their prey at the
|La Ceiba; estuary runs through town.
You WILL take a taxi; they are cheap and it is a long dusty walk into town. We
stayed at the Granada Hotel. It is inexpensive. T.V. in the foyer, private bathrooms
complete with toilet paper, towels and cockroaches.
At four in the morning we were awoken by the sound of drunks returning from a night of
debauchery. Their arrival in the enclosed hall of the hotel was immediately apparent They
put on a fascinating audio show for the guests which made the mind boggle. One deep loud
voice shouting the same epithet over and over with subtle variations, after each outburst
came a spattering of higher pitched voices humoring, placating. I had visions of a drunk,
burly one legged pirate captain, being led along by his smaller shipmates.
La Ceiba has a sea resort flavor to it. Like most of the Honduran coastal cities, it has
as not yet managed to significantly pollute its surroundings; the mountainous jungles that
loom up behind the city seem to absorb the worst of the impact and torrents of fresh water
flush the town clean without noticeable effect on the surrounding ocean. In evidence of
this, herons still seek abundant fish in the estuary that runs through town.
We stayed one day in Ceiba. Next morning we took a taxi some sixteen kilometers east to