Travelling Swift

Stories from a Single, White, Idiotic, Female, Traveller

Never learning my lessons

It's truly amazing how quickly the brain is capable of making you forget atrocities suffered. Only two months after leaving a politically unsettled, cockroach infested island, I arrive once again to the pleasures of an under-developed one. I sit here questioning my IQ in a reflective state, whilst absent mindedly wandering if that crab is going to get my toe or not.

The pleasure of paying vast sums of money to travel for 3 days, across too many time zones, is surmounted only by one thing. On the last plane here (4th), a pizza hut delivery boy. The most expensive home delivery I've ever seen!

My first place of stay doesn't last too long - a few hours at most. On deciding to take a shower, I realise I would have to endure the company of red ants. These super bionic ants, with steriod induced muscles have unearthed a dinner plate size of the concrete shower basin floor. A hasty retreat leads me to my next abode. Better at twice the cost, but available for only two nights. The third was manageable, until next door went for the Olympic Gold in making love on an old wooden bed. And fourthly here I am. A small, quieter building overlooking the carribean sea. (Crikey when did crabs get so agressive?)

So I'm back to conquer my fears. Cockroaches the size of dogs, mosquito's that are relentless with their buddies the sand flies. The birds here are pre-historic looking, sharing air space with enormous vultures circling overhead. I've also heard them referred to as the Honduran Air Force. And I've just heard that they have tarantulas here - how wonderful!

My next email I'm positive will delight in all the wonderful things here. This is based on the assumption of large amounts of beer and rum that I'm going to consume.