We have checked the corners of Honduras really quite well. Also because we couldn’t cross some roads – so we had to go totally around. And that’s how it happened that we ate ‘pollo con papas’ (chicken with fries) in: Omoam, San Pedro Sula, Comayagua, La Paz, Santa Barbara, La Entrada, Marcalla, Copan Ruinas, Gracias and Nueva Ocotepeque, which means in all the cities in the east.
About highlights we will tell you in separate posts, here just small reflections on all. Because except Marcalla, which gives a totally different feeling (there is an ethnic group of Lencas living) all of them have merged in our memories into one city: a lot of cables hanging around, papayas, chickens, one-way roads and most talkative Mayas from all we met before (in Mexico, Guatemala and Belize).
Honduras means literally “depths” in Spanish. This come from the words of Columbus, who arrived exactly to Honduras, while touching the American land. He was happy to “come out of those depths”. What else we (Europeans) know about this very poor Central American country? We know about crazy amount of bananas and the Soccer War (at least those, who were reading Polish Ryszard Kapuscinski) between Hondurans and Salvadorans.
When we crossed the border with Guatemala we had a plan not to visit two places in Honduras: northern coast with cayes (because of malaria danger) and the capital Tegucigalpa (we heard from friends that some months before the Congress abbreviated its sessions because of too many representatives getting help up on their way back home from the meetings and we thought that even this fact may be not 100% true – the danger and no friends over there is enough reason to drive by).
But once we met some lovely people living in the capital we decided to get there, just after visiting El Salvador… Ah yes, plans, plans.
In the cities we usually stayed in hostels or hotels. We spoilt ourselves with some luxury desserts in restaurants (while loading camera and laptop in the meantime), we visited cash machines, we watched another Spanish church. Yep, we are not very city-people when we are travelling. But that’s the (logistically) important part of being between point a (jungle), point b (Lenca peoples’ villages) or poin c (let it be Lago de Yojoa, about which we will tell you more soon).
Our first book is out!
We have published our first book (for now just in Polish:) about our Central America Trip.
See, read and order here »