Tocoa, prepping for La Moskitia

We paid Daney to drive us into town with our packs, and as we neared the bus terminal, we passed a Tocoa-bound bus. Daney made a fast u-turn and waved down the bus, which stopped for us. We climbed aboard and were off. This was probably our most enjoyable chicken-bus ride ever, as it was only half full, and our Spanish was getting good enough that we could chat with some of the others on the bus. (It´s still terrible, but at least we can have basic conversations now...)

A little over two hours later, we arrived in Tocoa. It was Sunday afternoon, and nothing open, so the place seemed like a dusty ghost town. The only person we say came up to us and followed us on a bicycle for a while, but in the end, it turned out he only wanted to sell us drugs, which we politely declined. The only restaurant open at that time was a chinese restaurant in a fancy hotel, so we ate there, and it was actually pretty good. It was also air-conditioned, so we would have stayed and eaten anything there - it was baking hot outside. The hotel was a bit too pricey for us, so after the meal, we walked to where the pickups were supposed to leave in the morning and found a very cheap hotel which was clean enough. Unfortunately the power was out all over town until 5pm. We weren´t sure if that was everyday, or just an outage, but our room fan didn´t work, so we suffered for a few hours. (We guessed that the fancy hotel and chinese restaurant must have had its own generator.) In the evening, with the fan working, we were comfortable enough to be able to sleep, which was good, as we had to be up early to catch the 7am "paela" (pickup truck) to Batalla, in the Moskitia.