Once I found out the name La Mosquitia has nothing to do with mosquitos - rather from the word 'musket' used by British pirates back in the day - I was sold. Using a collection of anecdotal emails, various guide books and the fantastic website La Ruta Mosquitia, we hatched a plan.A group of four set off from Trujillo at 6am and, after a few hours on local buses, we had made our way to Tocoa where the real fun started, sitting on the back of pickup truck, in the full heat of the sun, on a plank of wood strapped to the sides. Roads turned into dirt tracks and then, after a trip on a rickety barge, the road becase the beach. Though, given it was high tide, the road was actually the ocean. Five butt-killing magical hours later and we had made it to Batalla. From here, and in the rest of La Mosquitia, there are no roads of any description and so the last two hours were spent on a lancha.
Finally we arrived in Raista as the sun went down over the water. Rarely has a shower and basic meal of rice and eggs been so welcome. It was only day one.
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