I didn’t need a reminder that I am thirty-nine years old, but spending the previous day on buses gave me one anyways. I woke up, and my hips were sore, my back was sore. My head and stomach were sore from midnight hotdogs and aquardiente. I was mentally and physically drained. I did some half-assed yoga to try and get my body going, and got out the door at 10am. I found a market with cans of Diet Coke and bought two. I’m a coffee drinker, and addicted to soda, but I haven’t had much of either in the last eight weeks. Most of my hotels, if they had coffee at all, served Nescafe with heaps of sugar, and it was difficult to find diet soda. I don’t know if it was the caffiene, or the carbonated beverage, but it woke me up and lifted my mood.
Continue reading Santa Rosa de Copan and Gracias, Honduras
The plan was to be in Santa Rosa de Copan, Hondurans by 7pm. I would leave Juayua, El Salvador at 9am for Santa Ana, arriving at 10am to catch a 10:30am connection to Metapan, arriving at 11:45am for a noon connection to El Poy at the border, arriving at 3pm. From El Poy, after exiting El Salvador and entering Honduras, a process I hoped wouldn’t take more than an hour, I would take a collectivo taxi to Ocotepeque, twenty minutes away. In Ocotepeque, I hoped to catch a 5pm bus to Santa Rosa, a two hour trip.
Continue reading Four buses, two taxis and thirteen hours; El Salvador to Honduras
It was hard getting out of bed at 5am again. My room shared a bathroom, one of those that had a door accessing it from each room, with a four bed dorm, occupied by two Argentine couples, who returned late from partying. I’m not sure if they realized that someone was sleeping on the other side of the door, or if they did and just didn’t care. Probably just didn’t care, as there are signs on both doors in English and Spanish reminding you to unlock the door for your neighbors. I went to the bathroom around 3am, and saw that they had used the entire roll and a half of toilet paper that had been in the bathroom at 9pm. To do what, I’m not sure. You aren’t supposed to throw used toilet paper in the toilet in Central America. There are signs telling you to throw it in the bin so the bin was piled high with wasted paper. Without digging around, either someone had been bleeding, or more likely, it had be used to apply makeup. I carry a small supply of my own TP so I was okay. I noticed one of them had left an Iphone plugged into a wall socket, balanced on the edge of the sink. In a petty gesture, I loosened the plug so it stopped charging. I also left their bathroom door locked from the inside. I stand by my actions.
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