Honduras Hospitality

The crossing into Honduras was fairly straightforward. You provide your fingerprints (?!), pay US $3, get a passport stamp and off you go. We enjoyed a cool evening ride to a small town where we spent the night sweating in our tents as the temperature only dropped below 30 degrees during a 40-minute torrential downpour. The next day we rode through another small rain shower at sunrise, and spent the rest of the morning rolling over small dry hills, drinking hot water from our sun-baked bottles. We found an air conditioned cafe in Choluteca where we could cool down, and bought a huge watermelon to rehydrate before we headed to Warmshowers host Jamie's house. It turns out Jaime is living in another part of Honduras now, but his mom Carmen happily receives cyclists, providing great hospitality. After we washed up and each hand washed a large load of laundry we were treated to lunch and ice cold juice. We spent the afternoon relaxing and chatting with Carmen - who is originally from Spain, but met her husband, a Honduran, while he was studying in Spain, and eventually moved back to Honduras with him and raised their 5 children there. An early dinner, and early to bed, and we were up early ready to brave to the heat again before sunrise the next morning.Read more