After too many days on the orthodox backpacker trail, my travels with lovely Heidi took me to the far eastern outpost of Honduran civilisation. Funnily enough, what greated me in Trujillo (well, a few km's outside) was a hostel of sorts, run by two ladies from New Zealand: Casa Kiwi.This retreat had everything going for it on paper: a completely untouched beach and a lively bar, with free pool. Yet, there it was tinged with melancoly for some reason. The sense of an idyllic dream that never quite made it. Principally because beach itself, riddled with merciless sandflies, didn't quite justify making the considerably trek required.
One purpose that was definitely served, was meeting up with a couple of guys planning to take on La Mosquitia, the real wild west of Honduras (except it's in the east). Otherwise, a few games of chess, scrabble, cards and pool passed the hours agreeably as we prepared for our assault on the wilderness, mainly stocking up on chocolate biscuits and bags of peanuts, instead of sunscreen and mosquito repellent.
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