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My Travels |
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This isn't the greatest picture but it does give some idea what it's like to travel to the Capital of Honduras from Soto Cano where I was stationed. More often than not while you were driving at night you would see big trucks with no lights on the back at all. Not only that they will pass you anywhere, around a blind corner or wherever they felt they could squeeze by. The scariest sight I did see was driving back one night and I saw the glint off a trucks headlights, he was driving completely in the dark! |
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I was stationed at Soto Cano Air base in Honduras. During Hurricane Mitch relief efforts President Clinton came to speak there. It isn't too often that you can hear a acting president of the United States speak. The funny and most crazy thing about his visit to the base was there was an old, crusty guard shack that the Hondurans sat in at the entrance to the airfield. It didn't have any windows and had Spanish grafiti all over it. I guess I could sum it up with it looked like a shanty. Well, the powers that be figured that just wouldn't do, and they built an entirely new guard house in a day. The most ironic thing is that within a few weeks the door was torn off and it had grafiti all over it again! |
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I also got to travel a good bit when I was in Honduras. I went to Panama on two different occasions, as well as Costa Rica and Nicaragua. Panama is a beautiful and intersting country. The canal is a must see. We also traveled to a little island called Isla Grande (grand island), where we went snorkeling. The city is very modern and it almost felt like being back in the States compared to Honduras.
Costa Rica was by far the most beautiful country of the countries in Central America that I had a chance to visit. Flying through the mountains on our way to Limon was absolutely breath-taking. Golfito was a nice little place as well with an air strip right beside the hotel. The best was the beaches of Portobello. Right out of a post card, however the road there was anything but picteresque. Pot holes threatened to swallow the US Embassies Suburban that we borrowed as we made our was past countless banana plantations. |
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