Honduras, the bus to Copan Ruinas, Part 12
Honduras-Part 12-taking the bus to Copan Ruinas
After lunch, it was time to catch the bus for the 3 hour ride to Copan Ruinas in the northwest part of Honduras.
I had asked Santos to come back to the hotel to take me to the bus station. He couldn’t do it, but he sent his friend, Alejandro. When Alejandro dropped me off at the bus station, he told me it was $8 USD. I told him I thought that was too high, so we agreed on $7 USD (still too high, but what the heck).
There is a very nice, new bus station in San Pedro Sula. It was only about 15 minutes from the Hilton Princess hotel. I checked in at the bus line—Hedman Alas. I had taken them before. They are a first class, quality bus line. Their waiting area resembles movie theater seating. Take a look at this photo below. I look like I am eating popcorn waiting for the movie to start. Actually, I am eating plantain chips waiting for a bus!
Hedman Alas bus station in San Pedro Sula, Honduras
I know, the first rule of blogging is not to load your blog with a bunch of photos of yourself, but this is the only one I had around the bus station. You will just have to endure it.
At the bus station, I met two teachers, Kathy and Sharon, going to Copan also to study Spanish at the same school where I was attending, Ixbalanque Spanish School. They asked me if they could hang around with me in Copan. I said “sure”. I mentioned I might go to Guatemala the next day and they latched onto me quickly. We agreed to meet at the central parque in Copan the following morning.
The (3) three-hour ride through the countryside is very interesting. You pass through a number of small villages. I think Honduras is a beautiful country.
The bus arrived in Copan at 6:30 p.m. One of the co-owners of the school, Kathy, was there to meet us and take us to the respective families we would be staying with. My house would be a repeat stay from 2 years ago.
When I arrived at my homestay, the cook/housekeeper, Trini, remembered me, gave me a big hug and ran to get the mother of the house, Ruth, who was also very glad to see me return from two years ago. They fed me dinner and I was feeling “at home” in less than one hour.
Tomorrow: We cross the border into Guatemala
Steve Barrymore ssb11@prodigy.net
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