Kids running to see foreigners

Just like in Taiwan in the 1950's, children would shout to one another to signal that foreigners were coming, and then run to the road to catch a glimpse of us.

 

Laundry drying on a pole.

Outside of town, most people had enough land to grow some bananas or mangos. Property was functional with little effort to landscape.

 

Another country home.

These people had a little more land. Their cinder block dream home is under construction in the back of the property.

 

 

Allen, our kayak guide, said that he did not have an afternoon tour and offered to take any of us on a walking tour of Trujillo. I took him up on it. He had been raised in New York City by an uncle, so he was able to anticipate some of the cultural differences I was interested in seeing.

The main east-west highway running along the north coast of Honduras runs through Trujillo, and it was on this road that many of the shops and simple restaurants were located. Much like a small village in Taiwan in the old days, the service businesses were geared towards truck drivers and other local workers and not to tourists. Down on the beach there were a handful of restaurants and motels to accommodate travelers.

 

A main street in Trujillo

One of the main streets in Trujillo.

 

An old house in Trujillo

An old house is held up by a new lower level.

 

A coffee stand on the road leading from the ship landing.

Near the beach, this road runs in front of the nicer beach front restaurants. A vendor sells coffee to tourists coming off of the ship.

 

Cobblestones

These cobblestones were a matter of pride. They were installed by the Spanish and are considered part of the history of Trujillo. The Honduran jungle is very dense and almost impenetrable. Not far south is the Mosquitia area, made famous by the movie, "Mosquito Coast." It is really only traveled by river. The Pech tribal people live there, although not in great numbers. Scattered through the jungle are fugitives from American justice, hardwood smugglers (no tree can be cut in Honduras without government approval), and drug smugglers. In the recent book, "Jungleland," by Christopher S. Stewart, the author continues a search for a lost city in Mosqitia. Almost every time he came across a hut in the jungle, he was approached by an armed occupant who needed to ascertain his intentions before letting him approach the property.

 

Hospital in Trujillo

People wait in line to be seen in the Trujillo Hospital. A block further along was the penitentiary. It was visiting day, and a similar line had formed.

 

Trujillo Cathederal

The Trujillo Cathedral sits just back of the fort. Honduras is majority Catholic, but also has numerous denominational churches.

 

Fort Santa Barbara in Trujillo

The Spanish built this fort in 1550 to protect its possession, but it proved ineffective at keeping away the many pirates who worked from this coast.

 

The gate to the fort.

Fort entrance.

 

Looking north from the fort.

One of the more upscale restaurant-motels to be found in Trujillo.

 

Trujillo Plaza

Siesta time at the Trujillo Plaza.

 

Allen's aunt Victoria

As we walked down towards the water, we caught up with a woman who turned out to be Allen's Aunt Victoria. She is 81 and still holds a job in town.

 

A home with an attractive view.

A home with a view.

 

Kids playing basketball.

Kids just having fun. No video games here.

 

Having a beer and Allen's buddie's restaurant.

Allen took me to a restaurant owned by his friends. We had a beer and I ordered lunch.

 

Garlic shrimp

The garlic shrimp were well spiced with a crunchy freshness. The plantains were crisp, and the dirty rice excellent. The restaurant's name is Coco Pondo, and it may be reached by walking straight ahead out of the cruise ship property for 3/4 of a mile on the road which parallels the beach. As the beach leaves the road, go three blocks and turn right to the beach. It is just past the basketball court.

 

A small hut.

Location, location. This hut sits across the street from the beach.

 

A fish monger.

A fish monger sells to a restaurant.

 

Last dance in Honduras.

As I headed for the tender, my last image of Honduras was the woman dancing to reggae music under a giant eucalyptus.