After telling you HOW do we sleep in our car, now it’s time to tell the story: WHERE. Since I have received quite some questions, maybe it’s good to put it into one post.
They call the ruins of Copan like this for its sculptures! Really crazy things to be watched even for an ignorant eyes.
After cloudless sky above beaches in Belize – Honduras mountains seems to be really depressive. You are literally driving through the clouds and every small sunbeam between cloud and another cloud is welcome with family songs.
And here we go: the real border for the Family Without Borders. Even if we were prepared for this moment already on the border with Guatemala, then on the border with Belize, then on the border with Honduras – and we managed – now it’s being really sad.
– But why you call it “butterfly”?! – that was the only question Hanna had after this meeting. Me and Tom speak English with each other, but girls understand everything. Seems like the flying butter didn’t make any sense for Hanna, when she was watching those amazing wings.
Lago de yojoa is not only the largest lake in Honduras but was always on the important route for early indigenous groups and now on the country’s only real highway CA5. So easy and worth to stop by.