A long, hot day and now Honduras!
Trip Start Jan 19, 2006
332Trip End Jan 19, 2007
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Anyway after breakfast on the square we get the bus back the way we came and get off in San Marco. It intrigues me seeing the men getting on in their white cowboy hats with huge machetes in dark leather cases and tassles hanging from the waists.
We cross the autopista and wait for the bus to San Miguel which arrives about 15 mins later and we manage to find a couple of seats to squeeze into. The motorway is excellent if very windy. The guide book was correct in saying that the bus drivers use it to practice their cornering. We are entertained by 5 year old Hazel next to us and her grandmother. Hazel is incredibly sweet and very pretty and gives us some of her sweets and we chat a bit to the grandma. They are moving from here to near San Miguel where Hazel will start school in the new year. A few hours later we arrive in the outskirts San Miguel and Hazel and grandma get off we give them one of our business cards (many of our family and friends already have one. Is a pic of our route with blog and email addresses and has proved very useful despite my initial scepticism) which they are very pleased with. They get ready to go and Hazel comes and gives me a big hug and a kiss and then Dave. I almost wanted to cry. They get off the bus and as we pull away they are both waving goodbye on the corner. This sums up how I feel about El Salvador.
We get off at the terminal and while Dave tries to find a cashpoint that works I struggle to make sardine sandwiches much to othersī amusement. We mop the floor having finished them and then get our next bus to Santa Rosa where we then change to El Amatillo. We were originally planning on spending the night in San Miguel but decided to spend the night in Honduras instead for a change.
At Santa Rosa we get a shuttle bus to El Amatillo where we pay our $3 to get into Honduras and do the normal border check which is quick and painless. We then walk across the border and change some $ into Lempiras (18 L to the $). We get on a bus direct for Choluteca a couple of hours away. The roads here are a lot bumpier and the landscape although hilly is less green and more dry and agricultural. The poverty is still stark and the potholed roads are a constant reminder of this.
We start to get too hot, tired and frustrated by our long journey, the first time in ages. This is compounded by seeing one of the most amazing sunsets we have ever seen on the right side of the bus. This was over the Golf de Fonseca which is renouned for amazing sunsets and we wish we had spent the night there. The sky turns from yellow to orange and is as vibrant as I have ever seen. Dave can hardly bare to look at it as it pains him not to be able to photograph it. Also see the volcanoes on the left side of the bus and approach the suburbs of Choluteca. The entrance is via a huge suspension bridge which survived Hurricane Mitch and is a bit of a symbol for here. We get off the bus with a local guy who walks us towards a hotel we fancy staying in. He tells us he works in a Canadian prosthetic company and actually has a prosthetic leg. With all the wars, earthquakes, mines here there is sadly plenty of need for prosthetics in this part of the world.
We make our way towards the market and check into a hotel for about $10 with cable tv (its Monday night so we treat ourselves. Sad we know the tv schedule for our fave channel - Warner Bros best on Monday and Thursday!)
Back to od on American tv.