Into Honduras

We moved on from Flores, with some regret (what with the toucan and everything) and struck out for the marvellously named Rio Dulce. It was a lovely journey downstream (apart from the torrential rain- lucky I had that plastic sheeting about my person) and we saw lots and lots of birds, including herons, pelicans and some other white ones.
Sadly our destination, Livingstone, (not the one in Scotland) didn´t quite match up to the journey. It wasn´t really very nice and we only stayed one night before pushing on towards Honduras.
We broke our journey again in a place called Chiquimula and I only mention it so that if any of you are ever tempted to holiday there, I can advise you thus: DON´T.
Anyway, moving on, we eventually arrived in Honduras, in a place called Copan Ruinas (next to the ruins at Copan if you DO know) and it´s really quite delightful. We´re staying in a hotel that appears to be run by a direct descendant of an unholy coupling between Basil Fawlty and Albert Steptoe, but are moving to an altogether swankier place tomorrow so that´s ok. (cocktails on the terrace doncha know...)
As for the ruins themselves, they are stunning. Not the biggest. Not the most mysterious, but certainly the most intricate carving seen so far. And to top it all, they have scarlet macaws flying round the site.
Normally at this point, Gullible´s travels would furnish you with several examples of intricately carved stelae (and parrots) to emphasise the point. However, due to unforeseen circumstances (exhausted batteries- not to mention exhausted author) photos not available at this time. Don´t worry. They´ll be forced on you soon enough.
And now I hear the ancient Mayan call to Happy Hour..... Till next time blog mates, till next time.