- $7,035.57 = How much it costs to travel around the world through nine countries over five and a half months
- Revisited: How to pack for an independent traveler with no set return date
- A glimpse in the thoughts of Bolod Namkhai Mukhadi
- Beijing to Ulaanbataar Mongolia: The nitty gritty of independent travel
- How to get Chinese and Russian visas as a United States citizen: My experience
- Writing assignment: "Inside The Candelaria Festival of Puno, Peru"
- Marathon hitchhiking: Southern Mexico to Michigan in 7 days over 3,400 mi
- Mango Surprise: Being the victim of a random, delicious act of kindness
- Legendary Vagabonder Rolf Potts with priceless advice on travel
- Fire juggler in San Pedro de la Laguna, Lago Atitlan, Guatemala
- Romania: WWOOFing in Transylvania and back to the US
- Bulgaria: Nice cities, tipped off about an isolated beach, and getting perspective from a prostitute's cigarette burns
- Istanbul, and a few tips on curing impotency from the Hittites
- Giant carved heads, incredible valleys, camping on the Mediterranean, and a heavy dose of Roman ruins
- Lessons from a Kurdish-Swede rapper about Kurdistan, and finally getting my hands on an AK-47
Written by Tyler Cole | 07 May 2010
After leaving from Lago de Yojoa I took a short bus ride to some waterfalls near the lake to camp. Although I left my passport near the lake and had to go back, I still had plenty of time to wander around the falls. It was packed since it was a Saturday and also the Honduran Labor Day, but around 4ish everyone started to leave and I more or less had to park to myself. I hopped over the barbed wire fence to approach the waterfalls and take a little dip, and I quickly found out why they closed off the area to people going alone. The rocks were slippery, the water moved fast, and I got more than a few cuts and scrapes scrambling up there. The power of the falls were immense, and it was awe-provoking to stand underneath. Despite the crashing of the water, it felt like everything went silent when I approached mother nature's less than subtle display of her power. I was a feeling I won't be fogetting soon. Pictures are below.
Written by Tyler Cole | 07 May 2010Leaving from Tegucigalpa I made my way to the biggest lake in Honduras, Lago de Yojoa, to get some fresh air and stay at a microbrewery owned by American that supposedly whipped up a fine brew. The beer wasn't that good, quite pricey, and the hostel not that well-located or nice, but strolling around the area was a treat. I was introduced to the kindness of Hondurans when, after getting off of the bus that left me about 4 km to walk to the hostel, I was picked up my a man and his son in a truck who let me ride in the back. I wasn't even hitchhiking, they just saw me walking and picked me up without a second thought (the reflection picture below is from the back of their truck). I wasn't even against walking since 4 km wasn't that far and I had been sitting on buses all day, but I couldn't complain about a free ride right to the place I was staying. After arriving, I wandered over to a coffee plantation with a strangely beautiful blue pool, and then over towards the lake and a river that came off of it. Pictures are below.
Written by Tyler Cole | 07 May 2010
Yes, I was there. The pictures are below as evidence. Not much to say about the place because I just used it to spend the night before going to Lago de Yojoa. Lots of American fast food restaurants. It seemed pretty modern compared to what people said it was.