Today started off with a huge breakfast at the hotel. This is unusual for Central America, but the guy who runs the hotel is German, and speaks English better than Spanish, which is ok because his wife is Honduran. It felt good to have a full stomach in the morning, and I didn't even eat lunch besides a little peanut butter.
The road I wanted yesterday was exactly where I thought it was, the other way on the fork, after a quick hello to my drug dealing friends over the closed bridge. It was long, about 100 miles, bumpy, and very dusty. Some parts were muddy and very difficult - I dropped the bike again trying to inch through a tricky spot, but it was easier for me to pick it up by myself this time.
My face, all my clothes, and Big Mama were covered in road dust - the big trucks kicked up so much of it that I couldn't even see them, just a solid off-white cloud. Once the road became paved, I stopped at a car wash for a much needed cleaning. This frustrated me a little - it took a really long time, I didn't really like the family there, and it ended up costing 50 Lempiras, much more than I expected, and more than twice what I paid in Guatemala last week.
A little more riding, with the sun setting directly in front of me and I was done. I found a mediocre hotel at a mediocre price and washed myself and my clothes. I then had a mediocre meal at the restaurant, and got to talk with one of the guys here who was patient enough with my spanish to have a nice conversation. Tomorrow I head towards the southern border of El Salvador, but probably won't make it all the way. One more day in Honduras sounds fine to me.
The road I wanted yesterday was exactly where I thought it was, the other way on the fork, after a quick hello to my drug dealing friends over the closed bridge. It was long, about 100 miles, bumpy, and very dusty. Some parts were muddy and very difficult - I dropped the bike again trying to inch through a tricky spot, but it was easier for me to pick it up by myself this time.
My face, all my clothes, and Big Mama were covered in road dust - the big trucks kicked up so much of it that I couldn't even see them, just a solid off-white cloud. Once the road became paved, I stopped at a car wash for a much needed cleaning. This frustrated me a little - it took a really long time, I didn't really like the family there, and it ended up costing 50 Lempiras, much more than I expected, and more than twice what I paid in Guatemala last week.
A little more riding, with the sun setting directly in front of me and I was done. I found a mediocre hotel at a mediocre price and washed myself and my clothes. I then had a mediocre meal at the restaurant, and got to talk with one of the guys here who was patient enough with my spanish to have a nice conversation. Tomorrow I head towards the southern border of El Salvador, but probably won't make it all the way. One more day in Honduras sounds fine to me.
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