Sambo Creek was originally settled by escaped slaves. It is a poor village, its
panorama dominated by mud huts.
are changing the face of the fishing industry throughout coastal Honduras in
that they pay top dollar for Red Snapper. It is a sad fact that it is a tasty little fish,
and the voracious appetite of our consumer culture has caused it to be over-fished in the
Caribbean; now it is commercially viable to plunder the Honduran and Nicaraguan coastline
of this species.
The beach at Sambo Creek is wonderful. One can watch the fishermen launch wooden doug-outs that have probably not changed much in design since Pre-Columbian times.
Wonderful beach, no people
There is one hotel in town; it is marginal, with shared bathroom. While we were
there, a sunburned crazed-looking red-bearded feral gringo occupied the room across from
ours. He avoided eye contact and gave us the creeps. Clouds of Ganja smoke would pour out
of his room at night.
The next day we overheard that there had been recent brake-ins at the hotel, and up in the hills a colonel who had been bathing had been robbed at gun point. Our Detroit instincts told us to leave the next day. We did.