Fruit beers, great food and risking our lives

Flo says:

Heading back south towards Nicaragua we decided to

break our journey at picturesque Lago de Yojoa (rather

than grotty capital city Tegucigalpa) and were doing

pretty well after a 5:30am start and three chicken

buses only for the first time to be suddenly and

mysteriously without an immediate onward connection.

Since the rough guide and lonely planet concurred that

there were only 2km between the small town and our

worthy target (a Microbrewery B&B with swimming pool!)

we decided to walk.... A foolish decision having not

yet eaten, given no shade from the sun and having

walked what was apparently closer to 4km discovering

that a taxi would have only cost about 10p!!! Despite

this the beer tasted really good and the food was the

best yet, plus of course the pool - two nights in a

row what luxury! Whilst staying at the Microbrewery we

found our way to nearby Pulhapanzak waterfall a

beautiful sight in itself. Why we should have felt it

necessary to walk underneath it I’m not quite sure?! I

guess, as you might imagine, we expected to be led by

our guide around the side and behind the curtain to

then stand a safe distance from the water plunging

443m from above. A silly assumption really knowing the

seemingly limitless risks guides seem willing to take

to get you to part with some cash. Instead we

literally fought our way through the cascading water,

totally blinded on precipitous rocks in conditions

that I can only imagine likening to being in a

hurricane! Fortunately we are still alive.

Emma hated it:

Ok well it didn’t quite happen like that. We had headed inland to a lake in the centre of Honduras called Los Yojoa. Hear we stayed at this American guy’s micro brewery and enjoyed our tasty beers. The guy (Robert) recommended that we went to the near by water fall and that we paid the guys their to take us behind it. I thought this sounded just swell and had images of a gentle walk behind a waterfall where you could look through the falls at pretty rainbows and listen to the exhilarating sound of rushing water. Unfortunately it was nothing like this, to get behind the waterfall you had to walk through the bottom of it. It scared me more than anything I have every chosen to put myself through before in my life. You could not see because of the force of the water falling on your head and you could not move very well as we were wading though pools of water that were moving really fast and standing on slippery rocks. At one point we entered a pool that was chest deep and I just held onto a huge rock and did not want to move. I hated every second of it, what really freaked me out was thinking of the time when I saw a water fall turn from a pretty little cascaded into a raging torrent of muddy water that nearly swept Jenny and I into the sea in Western Samoa. I kept thinking the water force is barely manageable now, what would happen if there was a flash flood somewhere (this is the rainy season so it was possible). I managed to make it to the back of the waterfall (well a 1 meter square bit where the water could not get to) and then I wanted to go back as soon as possible. It was freaky. When I got out I ran for half a mile to wear off some adrenaline and to get as far away as possible. I now consider myself to be afflicted with aquafallphobia, I haven’t even been able to have a shower since.