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Honduras | Eco tourism travel guide | The peak of forest wonder

TIME : 2016/2/26 18:14:42

Once home to pirates, Honduras now steals hearts and minds with its lush landscapes, writes Jennifer Cox.

SLENDER green tendrils reach out from the tropical rainforest like the fingers of a trusting child. But behind these delicate creepers squats the vast animal presence of a dense, steaming jungle: a thick, musky 1073-square-kilometre pelt of mahogany and cocoa, broad-leaf banana palms, extravagant orchids and vast shivering ferns that stretch in all directions to the horizon.

Here it rises, morphing into ghostly cloud-forest as it climbs, and then thick pine, before finally emerging as the glorious, mist-crowned summit of Pico Bonito, Honduras's third-highest peak and part of the sweeping cordillera Nombre de Dios (Name of God) mountain range.

"It's 2500 vertical metres of habitat," James Adams says, with something like paternal pride. "Each level supports its own ecosystem."

As the manager of the elegant Pico Bonito Lodge, a collection of secluded, luxurious cabins set in the heart of the fiercely protected Pico Bonito National Park, James is used to guests standing on the wide verandah, slack-jawed with wonder.

Set in the heart of Central America, the country is as picturesquely rugged as it is boisterously lush. Dominated by soaring ranges that channel some of Central America's main rivers, it offers a verdant habitat for more than 700 species of bird and 200 species of mammal, living in 80 protected wilderness areas and 20 vast national parks (the sprawling La Moskitia - Mosquito Coast - in north-eastern Honduras is the biggest and probably most important rainforest outside the Amazon).

The mineral-rich rivers also feed the fertile plains that attracted Mayan farmers across the border from Guatemala in the fifth century and the all-powerful American fruit companies (whose economic dominance arguably created the original banana republic) in the late 19th century.

Honduras also boasts 644 kilometres of Caribbean coastline, with the idyllic Bay Islands offering easy access to the Mesoamerican barrier reef, the world's largest after Australia's.

Copan is an archaeological site whose 3500-plus Mayan ruins, dating from between the fifth and ninth centuries, are scattered over 24 square kilometres of jungle in western Honduras, close to the Guatemalan border.

At 8am, the heat was already pitiless as my guide, Walter Villamil, and I picked a path between bulging roots and lumps of stone into the dense jungle that engulfed Copan until archaeologists began unearthing the site in 1841. It was madly atmospheric; overhead, huge red and blue macaws streaked noisily across the forest canopy like fireworks. They settled in the giant ceibas, the striking trees (imagine oaks hung with giant balls of cotton wool) sacred to the Mayans, who believed the branches, trunk and roots embodied the heavens, earth and hell.

I stumbled from the jungle and found myself in the arresting west (or death) court, a broad, open plaza featuring the first of a series of huge pyramids. A sprawling collection of altars, stelae and monuments were scattered around, their intricate carvings recounting the battles and beliefs of a dynasty of 16 kings who for five centuries ruled more than 25,000 people, accomplished in the arts of engineering, astronomy and physics. Some say sniffily that Copan isn't as impressive as Tikal in Guatemala but the quality and condition of Copan's artefacts is so good that they have informed much of what we know about Mayan civilisation today.

I was staying in Copan Ruinas (known just as Copan), the tiny Spanish colonial town a kilometre away, built on the site of a Mayan settlement. Charming is an overused word but Copan truly is. The town is spotlessly clean. Locals courteously wish you and each other "buenos dias". Everyone gathers in the square at night, the shrieks of excited children competing with those of the parrots roosting in the palm trees, while street traders busy themselves selling skewers of freshly grilled chicken and corn.

The few tourists here were mostly Hondurans and travellers from neighbouring El Salvador. A handful of Americans and European backpackers congregated at Twisted Tanya's, a relatively pricey ($22 for three courses) but unexpectedly gourmet rooftop restaurant run by Tanya, a charismatic British expat.

Everyone seemed to be following La Ruta Maya, the trail of Mayan ruins that leads from the Yucatan Peninsula in Mexico down through Belize into Guatemala and Honduras. I was more interested in La Ruta Lenca, named after Honduras's largest indigenous group. It's a trail of remote villages set along the winding ascent up Cerro de las Minas, Honduras's highest mountain. The Lenca population is about 100,000. Their traditions and beliefs are shrouded in mystery and date to 3000 years ago but they are said to include sun worship and a belief in the sacrosanctity of nature.

There is no organised La Ruta Lenca tour and, although a number of regional buses do (eventually) stop at various Lencan towns, a recent storm had washed away key sections of the mountain road.

Walter offered to drive me though I was sad to leave pretty Copan and its lovely cafes (all selling thrillingly good, locally grown coffee). The ensuing four-hour drive was beautiful: swooping, winding roads through dense groves of coconut, mango, almond, fig and pine. We crossed wide rivers where locals cooled off from the intense heat.

Behind them tall, wooden drying sheds sat in wide green fields of tobacco, with the vast Cerro de las Minas mountain rising up beyond. The countryside is so physically succulent, it looks like a massive green cake: you feel as if you could cut a great big slice and cram it into your mouth. We rose higher, passing through villages where sombrero-wearing men on horseback, white shirts open to the waist, galloped alongside their cattle, whirling lassos. A yellow school bus disgorged smartly uniformed children and women chopped watermelon and pineapple at roadside stalls.

I was amazed by the mostly excellent condition of the roads and how courteous the drivers were. I'd had concerns about hiring a car but now I wished I had. Then again, Walter's insights and knowledge were invaluable.

We made it as far as the town of Gracias before the road ran out. Like Copan, it has challengingly cobbled streets and stuccoed, tiled-roofed buildings and a main square, this one overlooked by the commanding Iglesia de San Marcos. It is just one of four grand colonial churches in the town and a reminder that Gracias - founded in 1536 - was once an important place (one-time capital of Spain's Central American empire). But that was long ago: Gracias now feels splendidly remote and bucolic. I didn't see a single tourist and as I walked down a clean but badly broken road, I realised that even if Copan is not exactly a Mayan Disney town, it is certainly shaped by tourism in a way that Gracias is not.

The majority of Honduras's tourists come from the US, flying into the small, efficiently run airports in San Pedro Sula, La Ceiba and the capital, Tegucigalpa (pronounced Teg-goosie-galpa). Honduras has an excellent internal flight network and it was an easy 30-minute, 55-kilometre hop out to Roatan, the biggest of the three Bay Islands.

Although Honduras was part of the Spanish Empire, the Bay Islands were mostly ruled by the British (from 1643 to 1872). They were also home to the original pirates of the Caribbean, with as many as 5000 aquatic outlaws living on Roatan in the mid-17th century. Now, the main attraction is diving. The islands are on a fringing reef system, meaning the coral extends from the shoreline so you can snorkel to it in minutes.

After kicking off my shoes and joining the crowd at Sundowners, the popular beach-bar shack in West End (the centre of Roatan's hostels and nightlife), I found it wasn't a stretch to see why travellers stay here for weeks at a time. In a quiet cove up the coast, Palmetto Bay Plantation is a boho-boutique lodge with high-end self-catering cabins hidden among beachside palm trees.

Blue crabs scuttled down sandy burrows with an indignant pop and hot air rustled through heavy palm fronds like a sigh as I walked to the boardwalk to meet master diver Laurie Shrader and her captain, the insanely handsome Alberto. I was a scuba rookie, so Laurie spent the morning teaching me the basics (familiarisation with the equipment, underwater hand signals and so on).

Sailing to the dive site took all of one minute (the site isn't called One Minute West for nothing).

I stuck my masked face under the surface and there was the reef: an astonishing Atlantis of tropical fish gliding like birds around huge turrets and deep valleys of coral, colourful sponges and seagrass beds undulating in the current.

I took a deep breath and prepared to experience a new world.

Trip notes

Getting there

Delta Air Lines flies from Sydney to Tegucigalpa, Honduras, via Los Angeles and Houston, Texas, priced from about $3762. (02) 9767 4333, delta.com. You can fly direct from major US cities such as Miami with American Airlines and TACA, arriving at the Ramon Villeda Morales International Airport (San Pedro Sula) or La Ceiba airport. Direct flights from US to Roatan are also available.

Staying there

Three nights in a standard cabin at the Pico Bonito Lodge, La Ceiba, with hiking, rafting or boating, costs from $490 to $550 a person, twin share. +504 440 0388, picobonito.com.

Copan Ruinas has a selection of accommodation nearby, copanhonduras.org.

Palmetto Bay Plantation on Roatan has rooms from about $160 a night. +504 9991 0811, palmettobayplantation.com.

Touring there

An 11-day Eco Honduras private tour is priced from about $3460 a person, twin share. Includes being met at San Pedro Sula Airport and transferred to Copan, accommodation, guided tour of the Copan archaeological site and museum, boat trip to Punta Sal National Park, bird watching at Los Micos Lagoon, trekking to Pico Bonito National Park and travel to Roatan. Price includes land transfers, ferry from La Ceiba to Roatan and flight from Roatan to San Pedro, 10 nights' accommodation with breakfast, entrance fees to sites and national parks and the assistance of a bilingual guide. +504 448 1069, garifunatours.com, or see your travel agent.

copanhonduras.org, lata.org.