Hi Wayward Wanderers

If you are reading this, you have probably stumbled upon my blog and have no idea who I am or what the hell I am talking about. That's okay. I don't necessarily know who you are either. I want you to feel comfortable. So if you have a minute, feel free to pull up a chair. My name is Ian.

Unfortunately, I don't have a story for you right this moment. I do have plenty to say, it's just that I am not ready to say it.

My first post, however, should be about the place you see in the following picture, the Cayos Cochinos, Honduras.


When I have the time and inspiration, I will be posting a story about a trip to these relatively uninhabited and unknown islands; home of la Culebra Rosada, muchas Langostas, y la gente que tienen mas sabor, la Garifuna.

More posts will follow with stories from Honduras and the U.S.

Thanks for stopping by and if you are intrigued, check back soon!

- Ian

Cayos Cochinos - Honduras

So I found myself bouncing down the highway in the back seat of an old yellow school bus. It was just like the stick-shift bus that I rode for a spell in elementary school when my route's normal bus broke down, but with a rockin' stereo system that was blasting Reggaeton. I was on my way from La Ceiba to Sambo Creek, Honduras with my good friend Libby in search of a way to get to los Cayos Cochinos. This is an archipelago (around ten miles off the coast of Honduras) of 2 main islands and 11 coral cays in the Carribean between mainland Honduras and the larger Bay Islands; Roatan, Utila, and Guanaja.

The bus drove through Sambo Creek for about ten minutes before its journey ended, literally at the end of the road where it met the beach; and in front of the only Sambo Creek, proper, "hotel." Sambo Creek is a coastal town of about 8,000, mostly Garifuna, inhabitants. It has a very Caribbean feel.


Traveling in Honduras isn't terribly dangerous, but there are some times that you want a little security when it comes to your belongings (more specifically, everything you depend on)... The hotel didn't have any locks on the doors. It could be a place that you wouldn't have to worry about someone going into the room, but as the only travelers around, we kind of stood out and certainly appeared comparatively wealthy. In general, Garifuna are incredibly friendly, but desperate economic situations lead to desperate measures. More on this later.

We learned that there are two hotels a short walk down the beach. So, off we went across a creek running into the ocean where local Garifuna women and children were playing and washing clothes. We quickly acquired three young "guides" that walked with us the half-mile or so to the gates of the two hotels. Mind you, these gates are on the beach...

Seeing the contrasts between Sambo Creek and these two hotels alludes to the reason for the gates. Sambo Creek was made up almost entirely of Garifuna people. If Honduras is poor, the Garifuna are the poorest. Their land is communal and held in charter, however, the pressures of tourism are threatening those communal lands with government seizure. Anyway, the Garifuna are black and their laid-back, fishing, dancing, drumming and tranquillo lifestyle is seen as inferior by many. Their story is fascinating though! Covering the Caribbean coast of Central America from Belize to Nicaragua, the Garifuna are all descendents of captured Africans that escaped their slave ship(s?) and settled on St. Vincent. They did a little mixing with the natives and their entire population was eventually relocated to the (British) Honduran Bay Islands, where they thrived and spread along the mainland coast. They are also the most friendly people I have ever met. Since they are so communal and friendly, it is no surprise that they have no problem asking you for your things. "Damé tu jugo." This is why the hotels just outside of town have iron fences and gates on the beach. What tourist wants to be pestered by these beautiful people?

We stayed at Helen's and it was a luxurious stay compared to most of the other accommodations I had stayed in within Honduras. It did have the only in-room rodent that I saw too. The place is really nice though with a couple of jungly pools, a beautiful beach, a really nice courtyard and rooms, and a good restaurant serving local - Garifuna caught - fish and lobster, among other things. We had a pleasant conversation with the owner and he said he would inquire about a boat to the Cayos Cochinos. It wasn't long before a couple (a Canadian scientist and his Beautiful Honduran Girlfriend) showed up and inquired about a trip to the islands and that sealed the deal; four was enough justification for a Sambo Creek boat owner and fisherman to take us to the islands for about $15 each. It was early to bed that night.

We met on the beach in front of the hotel just after sunrise. The boats bow was beached and the motor was churning and bobbing in the white wash from the waves. With no time for formalities, the four of us waded into the wash and jumped aboard. And we were off - cruising at full throttle over the swells and into the sunrise.

There was never a doubt about our captian being a fisherman. As we were heading to the islands, he held his bare foot on a stick with line wrapped around it, the end of which was draped over his knee and dragging in the water behind us. Who needs a fishing pole anyway?