12.04.2012 - 12.04.2012
We crossed the entire country today, and it was not until we got to little Choluteca that I found another place besides the Bay Islands that I might like in Honduras. Unfair of me, though, as we did not stop anywhere except to transfer to another bus in Tegus. Out of the cab we were immediately swarmed by bus touts who grabbed Chris's arms and bag and started pulling him in all directions, yelling in rapid, incomprehensible Spanish. My shouts of Hey! Hey! elicited nothing but glances and grins--obviously I was not in charge. Or maybe it would have been improper to touch a female. Even climbing into the bus we had a tout from a different company unwilling to let go of our bag such that "our" tout had to pry his fingers loose one at a time. Meanwhile, smiles on all sides. Still, I found myself shaking a little by the time we settled onto the bus, which we later discovered would not leave for another hour, despite our tout's very specific promise that we'd depart in 28 minutes.
Choluteca is a much sleepier place compared to Honduras's other cities, despite being the country's fourth largest. We sat for a while in the plaza after dinner, listening to the music and watching the food vendors. It reminded me of the Zocalos in Mexico, and I longed to be back with a churro in my hand or a bag of mandarinas on my lap. Guatemala, too, seems sweet to me right now--the little town of El Remate and our evening swims in the glass-like lake, sky and water a rosy periwinkle and children jumping and chattering around us. That was not long ago, but it was actually so long ago. Has it really only been a month since we landed in Mexico City?