After Copan we drove south to Gracias which sits in the shadow of Monte Celaque. At 2849m this mountain is the highest in Honduras and is a national park. In need of some exercise, we hiked up for a couple of hours to a waterfall view point. Its a 6 hour hike to the top but we didn't need that much exercise, besides which, the top is covered in forest so there's no view. A mountainous drive brought us to the small town of Santa Barbara. While eating in a comedor, we met a guy whos brother owns a hotel on Lake Yojoa and he insisted that we paid him a visit to meet his family, something that a picture of his daughter persuaded us to do, and he also tried very hard to convince us to go to Roatan too.

We arrived at the hotel before the man from Santa Barbara, which caused a bit of confusion with the receptionist who claimed not to know the owners brother. Fortunately he turned up, having caught the bus late, and told us to avail ourselves of the facilities. Canoeing across part of the lake seemed like a good idea at the time but the paddles were not very ergonomic and T got blisters on both hands. Somehow B didn't get any, obviously better technique with his hands. After an expensive lunch in the hotel and the realisation that we weren't getting much in the way of discounts, we headed north to San Pedro Sula for some Saturday night disco action.

San Pedro is a small city, a bit dirty but the disco was pretty good. On Sunday we arrived in Tela, on the Caribbean coast. After working up an appetite swimming in the sea we went to the nearest comedor which turned out to be a haunt for the local drunks. They were friendly enough, a couple were too far gone to speak but some were talkative, especially Hector Navidad, the Colombian rasta, who was quite coherent despite drinking one and a half litres of rum that morning. He showed us an internet place and promptly fell asleep while we checked our emails, allowing us to escape Tela and find a camp site amid a palm plantation.