Tegucigalpa
(DAY064 : Copan - Tegucigalpa : 260 miles)
I left Copan at 8:45 and enjoyed the twisty ride with beautiful views. The narrow road was fairly good, but occasionally parts of it went missing. When it connected to the main road, I headed up north towards San Pedro Sula as it appeared to be the shorter and better paved loop on my map. In about two hours, I would be heading back down south, on even better tarmac.
Honduras is a land of cowboys and vibrant green fields. Unstructured, messy, and polluted, but also friendly and spectacular.
I arrived Tegus wet in my rain gear at around 3 pm, and dove right in. Chain restaurants and stores all over the place of course, but not much to talk about. Still, this was the only place that made sense to stay at, as there isn't much else towards the Nicaragua border. It was getting late, and the rain could start again at any time, but finding a decent hotel at an attractive price wasn't proving easy. When I found a very nice place for $50, I thought I should take it even if it's a bit pricey. Then, left anyway. Where to?.. Moron.
About 30 minutes after leaving Tegus it was already quite dark, and what appeared as a town or village on the map was only a bunch of shabby houses. Like I didn't know. Then, it started raining again. Moron.
Around here things first become road kill, then food for vultures which too become road kill. I turned around and started running away from the rain. It was getting darker by the minute. I pulled over by a busy soccer field and asked about a hotel. Not around here they said, in Tegus... Moron.
But wait, there is one, said a good looking woman. (Honduras has the best looking latinas so far btw.) Right over there, you'll see a church and a school, ask there. Thanks babe. Vamos Katir'cim. Rapatapatapa!....
So we pull in to this strange monastery like place. It's the hotel. Then walk by a bunch of Americans with a southern accent, all in identical shirts. Aren't they too old to be a soccer team? "No, we're missionaries!" said one of them. Where the heck am I y'all? But rain's about to catch up so I better worry about it out later.
Guess what? They're full. Literally in the middle of the nowhere of Honduras, there's a big, big hotel and they're out of rooms. The nice lady at the reception is checking to see if they'll authorize me to camp on their property. The rain is here, and it's now black outside. You beat me to saying it.
Guess what? Someone cancels their reservation! I have a monastery room for $38. Total in savings: $12. There are things money can't buy. Like a brain.
I still am not sure what the place exactly is. Clearly it's a fine establishment by God (Inc.), and it sure saved my hide, thank God. And the nice receptionist lady.
Oh, but I know what the town is called: San Antonio de Oriente.
I left Copan at 8:45 and enjoyed the twisty ride with beautiful views. The narrow road was fairly good, but occasionally parts of it went missing. When it connected to the main road, I headed up north towards San Pedro Sula as it appeared to be the shorter and better paved loop on my map. In about two hours, I would be heading back down south, on even better tarmac.
Honduras is a land of cowboys and vibrant green fields. Unstructured, messy, and polluted, but also friendly and spectacular.
I arrived Tegus wet in my rain gear at around 3 pm, and dove right in. Chain restaurants and stores all over the place of course, but not much to talk about. Still, this was the only place that made sense to stay at, as there isn't much else towards the Nicaragua border. It was getting late, and the rain could start again at any time, but finding a decent hotel at an attractive price wasn't proving easy. When I found a very nice place for $50, I thought I should take it even if it's a bit pricey. Then, left anyway. Where to?.. Moron.
About 30 minutes after leaving Tegus it was already quite dark, and what appeared as a town or village on the map was only a bunch of shabby houses. Like I didn't know. Then, it started raining again. Moron.
Around here things first become road kill, then food for vultures which too become road kill. I turned around and started running away from the rain. It was getting darker by the minute. I pulled over by a busy soccer field and asked about a hotel. Not around here they said, in Tegus... Moron.
But wait, there is one, said a good looking woman. (Honduras has the best looking latinas so far btw.) Right over there, you'll see a church and a school, ask there. Thanks babe. Vamos Katir'cim. Rapatapatapa!....
So we pull in to this strange monastery like place. It's the hotel. Then walk by a bunch of Americans with a southern accent, all in identical shirts. Aren't they too old to be a soccer team? "No, we're missionaries!" said one of them. Where the heck am I y'all? But rain's about to catch up so I better worry about it out later.
Guess what? They're full. Literally in the middle of the nowhere of Honduras, there's a big, big hotel and they're out of rooms. The nice lady at the reception is checking to see if they'll authorize me to camp on their property. The rain is here, and it's now black outside. You beat me to saying it.
Guess what? Someone cancels their reservation! I have a monastery room for $38. Total in savings: $12. There are things money can't buy. Like a brain.
I still am not sure what the place exactly is. Clearly it's a fine establishment by God (Inc.), and it sure saved my hide, thank God. And the nice receptionist lady.
Oh, but I know what the town is called: San Antonio de Oriente.
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