This will be the last Mayan ruins that I go to on this trip. Copan in Honduras was apparently the artistic and learning centre of the Mayan world.

While we were at the brewery my friend Sarah whispered to me that a couple that had just arrived were talking about me. I was worried that they might have realised that I was wearing a bra rather than my bikini top! But it turns out that it was a fellow biker who had been forwarded my blog to read. His main comment was that I was suppose to be ahead of him. But seeing as how he and his girlfriend were riding two up on a 200cc bike he bought in Guatemala I don’t think it is going to be too hard to get ahead. Good luck Harry!

Also carrying my snorkeling gear in Utila I found out that one of my arms is definitely longer than the other one. Imagine that and I never knew.

Bananas are actually the stem of the banana plant and the actual fruit is produced by the female flowers.

The four of us went to Lago de Yojoa to spend a couple of days at a micro brewery that does fruit beers. One of the days we hiked around the coffee and banana plantation to a nearby spring.

On the downside I was attacked by bees that got stuck in my hair when I arrived.

I have also been reading Naomi Klein’s book Shock Doctrine – The rise of disaster capitalism which is pretty upsetting but I would recommend reading so you can find out how our governments and the IMF and World Bank have been treating other countries.

After the re-enactment of last supper on Thursday night the townspeople of Comayagua started making the carpets of sawdust called Alfombras which would form the path of the parade on Good Friday. The carpets were finished for about an hour before they were walked over.

The parade stops at the 13 stations of the cross where children are posed in various crucifixion and resurrection scenes.

When I was in Utila couch surfing I met three other females that are travelling by themselves and as one of them had her destination planned and accommodation booked, myself and two French Canadian girls decided to tag along for a few days. It has been good for all of us as it meant that they can hitch-hike due to safety in numbers and I have someone who know where I need to be at the end of the day which I was worried about due to the Easter traffic. We have also been sharing double beds bringing down the cost of where we stay.

As I had no definite plans for Honduras so it nice to follow along on someone else’s and have the companionship. Plus as Sarah had accommodation booked in Comayagua which I might have missed as it is suppose to be really busy due to the celebrations they have there.

I got to the ferry at five thirty in the morning to find out it might be cancelled due too the rain and rough seas. I would have left yesterday so that I had an early morning ride to my next destination but I wanted to do the whale shark trip. I never feel too bad about these things as I always tell myself that my plans have been changed as fate has organised that I miss whatever bad thing would have happened to me if my plans hadn’t been changed, though then it is scary when they change back (c;

The ferry left late but still with just enough time for me to pick up my bike and ride to my next destination. When I went to get my bike the hostel manager had a go at me saying that I shouldn’t have been allowed to leave my bike and my luggage had taken up too much room. I think he was attacking me because he was charging me double what the person who had allowed me to store told me it would be. Then I was told that I had to get the bike out of the garden by myself where the staff had helped me put it and fit it through the gaps in the driveway. Luckily the other guests came to the rescue and one moved his vehicle and another helped me manoeuvre it.

It was a bit upsetting as it isn’t nice to be told off when you are travelling by yourself and I was already nervous about driving the roads on the day everyone was getting off for Easter which is suppose to be Central America’s biggest celebration.

It took me six hours to ride to Comayagua. If people here think the roads were busy they have never been stuck in the two plus hour slow traffic that happens on UK carriageways or going from Auckland to the Bay of Islands on summer weekends.

But I did see one vehicle that was weaving as though drunk and passed through 27 police stops in 200 miles. At only one I was stopped and asked where I was going and after several attempts to pronounce Comayagua waved on.

Moral of the story: don’t stay at www.jungleriverlodge.com if you come through La Ceiba (c;

The whale shark picture are ones that my friends who did get to see the whale sharks took.

Like a lot of people one of the main reasons I had gone to Utila was to swim with a whale shark. I spent two hours looking for a fisherman to take me back to Utila from the Cayes where I was staying and only just made it back on time to catch the whale shark tour. Then we went out to look and after a couple of hours the weather turned and a storm started so the boat gave up looking and we swam with a dolphin pod a couple of times and then went snorkelling on the south side of the island instead.

When deciding to do this trip I was hoping that I would have some life questions answered but wasn’t even sure of the question so when I was talking to a guy on the boat he said that this trip had helped him understand what gave him fulfilment and I realise that is the question. I need to figure out how I can be fulfilled. I think it might be finding out what makes you passionate so that is the next thing to discover.

I have been in Utila for the last week diving. I wanted to see a whale shark (the world’s largest fish) but chose to go diving on the north side of the island where they look for whales between dives rather than do a specific whale shark tour. So now I am frantically trying to organise getting off the tiny little island I am staying at (the cayes near Utila) tomorrow morning early enough to get on a tour that I gave a random stranger the money for as he was going back to the main island. Cool, just got an email from him that he has booked the tour for me.

Then on Wednesday morning I am catching a six am ferry, picking up my bike from La Ceiba and going Comayagua as they have the best Easter celebration in Honduras but am nervous about the roads as there will be a lot of drunk drivers and police stops.

I also dived with a dive school called Bay Islands College which was weird as my old school was called Bay of Islands College. Had a dive instructor yell at me that I was stupid. Couch surfed for the first time and met heaps of nice people while sharing a bed.

I left San Salvador at six thirty in the morning and kindly escorted to the city limits by Mario and Carlos. It was about a hour and half to the Honduras border which I had heard horror stories about being harassed by ‘helpers’ and being ripped off. I had my strategy all worked out that I would agree a price with one and then ask him not to have anyone else hassle me. Turns out that the border had no helpers. I made it through in just over an hour and a half and it cost $48 dollars.

The road into Honduras was really potholed but beautiful with mountains of pine trees. I was almost chilly on the bike but after an hour hit the plains and it just got hotter and hotter. Even though it was pushing it I decided to try and get to La Cieba. I was on schedule to get there just as it got dark after riding most of the bits I could at seventy miles an hour when about half an hour out of the city I got stopped at a police check and had to show my registration.

Then I really thought I was going to end up on the road in the dark when I came up to a road accident. But managed to make it into the city by 18:00. As it was getting dark I stopped at a roadside hotel and it was sixty dollars so I kept on riding and managed to find a hostel where they had a hammock left for me to sleep in and cross on the ferry the next morning to Utila to go diving in the Bay Islands.

The two blokes in a van who after giving up on trying to give me directions through San Pedro allowed me to follow them to the main road out.

It was Kawasaki doing a promotion allowing riders to go around the track a couple of times on the Ninja 250s. But I still got to go!