To get to the island of Utila in Honduras from Nigaragua over land from Granada is no easy task. We had to take 2 different, more than full, local busses to Esteli. After a night in this depressing town came a cab and two more busses to the Honduras border. It took some money in the right pockets to let us pass and before dark we managed to reach Tegucigalpa, worlds most dangerous capital. Forget every story you ever heard, in this town more murders occur than in Detroit, Kabul and Kingstown combined. It took a black windowed cab to reach our hotel safely. We had to be in before the evening because they close the gates after dark and only open them in the morning. Quite a reasonable precaution if you take into account that we heard from two other travellers that they got out of the same hotel an hour before dark to see somebody get shot through the head in the middel of the street.
in this town more murders occur than in Detroit, Kabul and Kingstown combined. It took a black windowed cab to reach our hotel safely
In the morning it was on to the coast with another black windowed cab that took us to the bus station. After the obligated checkup by two guards with machine guns we were allowed to enter the busstation and could board the bus to the coast. One more night in a shitty hotel (including no running water and bedbugs in all of the beds with made us sleep in the hallway) and it was off to the dive paradise Utila.
This island is reasonable safe although when I walked with my laptop in my bag to the bar where I was going to play I had to think about the local newspaper reporting a “drop in murders to only 28 in the past year” (on an island with only 20.000 people). One of these murders occurred only a month earlier when two Canadian tourists where both shot in the head because they walked around with an iPhone.
The gig was in the local bar called “the Treetanic” voted one of the top 5 bars in the world by the Lonely planet. A day earlier I was struck by the amazing garden which was build beneath a big tree where the bar was situated in a treehouse. The garden looks like something Guadi himself could have designed. Full of color stones, weird shapes and all kinds of little mystery corners. To get in the bar you have to climb a stairs that circles a big tree where you end up on a platform a few meters off the ground. A truly amazing place to play! I played an easy mixture of disco and funk with some house in the end to win the audience over from the populair dance charts they usually played in the bar but in the end the party was very good. The way back to the hotel through the dark was even more scary but I survived and the recording too: