

Phew, these past twenty four hours are finally over! We have arrived in Honduras safe and sound. We were not feeling confident about chartering a boat with a captain we didn’t know/trust into the middle of the ocean so we stayed an extra day and took the ferry. This made for a much longer day, a stay over in La Ceiba and then another day of travel tomorrow. Not ideal but safer so we went with that route.
Last night was an experience to say the least. We have been traveling with another couple (Ina and Chris) for the past few days since we are both heading in the same direction (they are also couch surfers). Yesterday afternoon a couple from California checked into our hostel, we were all sitting outside and saw this new couple talking with a local; sure enough they were making a drug deal. It is SO frustrating when you are at a place, feeling safe, and then jerks like that come along and invite dealers into your space instantly making you feel unsafe. We saw them periodically through the night getting very drunk and visibly high.
We ended up making it an early night and were lights out by ten but at 2am I was woken to the sounds of men banging on the hotel room directly beside us (the Californians). The lady had apparently stolen the drugs from her boyfriend and the dealer, they were coming to collect but she had locked herself in her room. Demands of paying back the drugs began and the threats followed not long after. Eventually the girlfriend (locked in the room) and the boyfriend (locked outside) began screaming and yelling at the top of their lungs. The dealer left when the screaming began because he figured the cops would be called, but he did make it clear he would be returning. Great! A drug dealer is coming back soon to collect his debt in the room beside ours. I literally thought my heart would explode.
The screaming continued between the couple. She accused him of running off to sleep with another girl, he accused her of stealing drugs and called her every name in the book. He was banging on doors, slamming on windows and causing a scene so she let him in the room. All the sudden you could hear him pounding on her. She began screaming and he choked her out. She got up to run and he slammed her to the ground. The walls are as thin as paper so we could hear everything, plus they were yelling a commentary the entire time. Suddenly she let out a huge scream and right in the middle, it stopped. I lied in bed unable to move, certain I had just heard someone get murdered. The girl came too and apparently he head-butted her and knocked her out. She somehow got him out of the room again and the yelling continued. She then called her Mom bawling saying she was certain he was going to kill her and she didn’t know what to do.
It was such a helpless position. Obviously we wanted to go out and help her but truthfully in an area like this that is one of the stupidest decisions you can make. When drugs, violence, and locals are involved you mind your own or pay the price. It was obvious this sort of behavior was not new for them but it was horrible to hear. I was petrified that he would snap and start trying to get into our rooms, or that the dealers would come back and start a war that we would be caught in the middle of. Needless to say it was a terrible position and left me unable to sleep for the rest of the night. By sunrise we were itching to get outta there.
Their night ended when he refused to leave her alone so she packed up and left on her own. I have no idea how the rest of the evening went for her but I prayed for her safety and for the strength to leave. Here, sometimes the only thing you can do is pray. Today as we drove through Honduras our taxi driver got pulled over at a traffic stop to check his license. Once again the roads were lined with men in uniform carrying machine guns. We pulled over, our cab driver got out and suddenly a local man with a huge machete was standing a foot away from my car window. I was frozen in terror. If I looked at him I feared he would demand my things so I turned my head and began to pray (do you know how hard it is to turn your head to a man holding a machete???). Our cab driver came back with an officer just in time and the man walked away. My heart nearly fell out of my chest. Pray, pray and pray, then thank the Lord for safety.
The good news is, tomorrow we are off to the islands bright and early; they are much safer. I cannot get enough of these travels but sometimes with so much stress you need a holiday from your holiday. It will be nice to finally be on the beach and relax for this last week. I cannot wait! By tomorrow evening we should be diving and having an absolute blast! I will update again soon. XOXO