Day 73: Honduras
Honduras was a quick trip: 1 night and 2 days. We crossed the border from Guatemala, only to learn that the US was playing the Honduran National futbol team in a Wold Cup prelim match that afternoon in a town that we were driving through. Perhaps not the best timing.
Our border guard sure was friendly, though. Didn’t ask for any bribes and kept giving us a thumbs up. Seemed a little young though.
Borders are juggling acts: keeping the kids occupied while trying to find the right window and fill out the correct forms. We all go a little stir crazy waiting in line.
We saw the Caribbean Ocean for the first time in Honduras. Previously we’ve been dedicated Pacific Ocean dwellers. We took a good look and then hightailed it back to the Pacific side. Fortunately, we’ll get some Caribbean time in once we hit Panama.
Honduras has suffered a from a bit of a rough reputation (its main City, San Pedro Sula, is often dubbed the Murder Capital of the World, although this title has recently headed south to Caracas, Venezuela), but we were pleasantly surprised by the excellent roads and modern amenities.
I mean, check out this fancy gas station. Miles nicer than the sorry one near our house in Seattle. (Yes folks, we are at the point of swooning over gas stations. Road trip mentality)
Most of the country is verdant and green. Hello tropical jungle!
Honduras also had a lot of funky brown pigs. It is quite typical for folks to tether their animals along the side of the highway: donkeys, horses, goats, and pigs are all commonly spotted. And the dog roam everywhere.
We spent the night camping at a brewery near Lake Yojoa, halfway through the country. It was a bit far from the highway, honestly, but they did have the futbol game on (which we were happy to watch, after uneventfully passing through San Pedro Sula that afternoon).
I’ve found it difficult to take pictures of people (that aren’t of my own family), mostly because it feels somewhat intrusive. We are very clearly gringos driving through town in a vehicle that must look completely foreign. We are a traveling spectacle and it hasn’t felt right to add a camera into the mix. Consequently, you won’t see many photos of people or their homes posted here. That said, this house was pretty typical for many of the rural neighborhoods: wood or concrete construction, electricity, and of modest size. Nobody here has dryers; our camper resembles this house on wash days.
While we enjoyed Hondruas, two days is simply not enough time to get a feel for a country. Long driving days and concerns over border crossings made for a hectic stay. We barely scratched the surface.
Also: The US tied Honduras 1-1.