Honduras
Ciudad Choluteca

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  • Day144

    Grenzmarathon

    August 28 in Honduras ⋅ ⛅ 31 °C

    Lange haben wir rumgerechnet und Pro und Contra-Listen gefüllt, um uns für die beste Variante für die Überfahrt nach Nicaragua zu entscheiden. Die begrenzte Gültigkeit des PCR-Coronatests passt so gar nicht in unsere "Wir setzen uns mal in die Öffis und gucken wie weit wir kommen"- Mentalität. Da mussten wir nun wirklich mal richtig planen🙄
    Im Hostel in El Palmarcito hatte uns unser Host schon die Möglichkeit eines Shuttles angeboten.
    Für diese Variante entschieden wir uns dann auch. War zwar etwas teurer als auf eigene Faust, aber war uns lieber als dann am Ende in Honduras zu stecken, nicht weiterzukommen und am Ende nochmal 100 Dollar pro Nase für nen Test plus Unterkunft zu blechen. Und vielleicht wars auch gar nicht so blöd gedacht, denn in Honduras sahen wir keinen einzigen Öffi-Bus fahren...
    Vorteil des Shuttles: Wir brauchten uns nicht um den Zettelkram kümmern, der für die Grenzübergänge benötigt wurde.

    Soweit so gut. Der große Tag der Abreise war nun gekommen. Zusammen mit Oswaldo fuhren wir zum Busbahnhof und suchten da den Bus nach El Delirio - den Ort, wo uns der Shuttle an ner Tanksstelle einsammeln sollte. Eine genaue Zeit, wann das sein sollte wusste jedoch keiner...nur dass er so um 9 Uhr rum in El Tunco losfahren sollte... Nun ja - aus unserer berechneten Abholzeit halb 12, wurde dann halb 2. Egal...die Zeit haben wir uns gut vertrieben.
    Der Shuttle war dann ein Kleinbus, der bis unters Dach vollgekracht war. Gepäck wurde demzufolge aufm Dach festgeschnallt.
    Im Bus waren noch weitere 9 Mitreisende. Bis auf ein nettes Pärchen aus Argentinien, bestand die Reisegruppe aus 20 Jährigen Weibsen aus Israel. Ein richtiger Chickenbus😜 Die Mädels versprühten jedoch keinen Hauch von jugendlicher Leichtigkeit und Reiselust...eine war angepisster als die andere...was sich auf der Fahrt auch nicht unbedingt bessern sollte.
    Gegen 16 Uhr erreichten wir den ersten Grenzposten zwischen El Salvador und Honduras. Dort ging alles recht zügig und unkompliziert von statten. Also konnten wir knapp ne Stunde später weiter Richtung Grenze Nummer 2. Einmal quer durch Honduras und dann 2 Stunden später der nächste Übergang....Unser Fahrer war schon sichtlich genervt, da die Mädels ihre Unterlagen nicht beisammen hatten und auch kein Wort Englisch oder Spanisch verstanden...sich aber umso mehr aufregten, dass alles so lange dauert. Es wurde erst ein Gesundheitscheck gemacht, dann das Gepäck gescannt, dann an der Migration noch Fragen gestellt etc....daraufhin noch bisschen warten und dann konnten wir knapp 3 Stunden später weiterfahren. Die Stimmung der Mädels war am Boden - und wir hatten unsern Spaß die genervten Gesichter zu beobachten. Dabei verlief eigentlich alles reibungslos... nur eben langwierig, da viel los war an der Grenze, aber umso weniger Personal da war.
    Nun gut - wir waren drin🎉 Und um 1 Uhr nachts erreichten wir dann schlussendlich auch unser Hostel. Wasn Ritt! Erstmal pennen und dann sind wir gespannt, was Nicaragua so für uns bereithält!
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  • Day140

    Short stop in Honduras #2 - a long night

    January 25, 2020 in Honduras ⋅ ☀️ 33 °C

    Most cyclists stay only one night in Honduras as the stretch you cross in the South is only some 130km long. We decided to stay for 2 nights to have at least a little bit more time in the country. We also found another host in Choluteca, so a good chance to get to know the people better.
    We headed off after breakfast and had a first stop in San Lorenzo. The town has some colonial style houses and is a lot less busy than Nacaome before. It's also located next to lagunes and rivers so it has a waterfront. Afterwards, we continued on a surprisingly good road to Choluteca and our host Jaime where we could stay at his mother's house.
    As we got there at noon already, we wanted to take the bus to the beach some 40km away. But when we walked to the bus stop, we realized that it was too late already - everything just takes longer here, especially rides with a local bus. Instead, we walked around in the city, had an iced coffee and pizza in air-conditioned places as it was above 40°C.
    At night, Jaime invited us to go out with him and his friends. First, we went to a "cantina", a cheap place to drink beer. Except for me, only guys. Jaime told us that Honduras is still a very macho country and usually women stay at home when guys go out to cantinas. But the place was relaxed and we quite liked it.
    Afterwards, he took us to a bar to show us a totally different place where men and women could go out together. The bar had live music (latin american sounds) and people could sing karaoke as well (pretty high quality voices though) which was cool. Compared to the other one, it was very fancy which you could also see when looking at the people inside - noone was poor here. The later the night the more dodgy looking people came in. One of the guys told us that most of them are probably drug dealers. Not really the people we wanted to hang out with. So at about 1am, Jaime gave us a lift home. 10 beers are obviously no reason to not drive in Honduras 😞 But we got back safely (only a 3 minute drive) and set up our camp in the backyard. It was still way too hot to sleep inside a room that his mum provided.
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  • Day140

    Honduras (in a flash)

    March 6, 2017 in Honduras ⋅ 🌬 35 °C

    Does it count?

    As far as having been to Honduras goes, I'd say I haven't. But when customs asks me where I've been I'd have to say yes, as my passport tells me so. So it gets a footprint and you can feel free to post argumentative comments either way below (that's you Johnny, Jools and Scott).

    We were in Honduras for around six hours. Five hours and fourty minutes of that was spent on transport - two buses (excluding the one that broke down!) and a pick up. Eighteen of those were at customs upon exiting. And the final two were 'shopping'. Shopping for food. Which is more like running around trying to find something other than whole melons, green bananas or coca-cola with people yelling at you when you don't have time or ignoring you when you want something - all the while with one eye peeled to the bus you left your bag on to make sure it won't be the last time you see it.

    It was continuing off the back of the 4.5 hours we bused in El Salvador and somewhat nerve racking as we raced the clock - the Nicaraguan border closes at 6pm!

    We made it in the nick of time, thanks partly to some hasty driving from our driver in the ute, who valued timeliness much more than our lives. As we literally dived into the tray with our bags and sped off. The entire time all we wanted was to send a message to arrange a pick up on the other side of the Nicaraguan border. No wifi for the last few hours meant we needed to con a local into making a call, which we were able to do but the success of the call remained a mystery.

    Fortunately after much faffing by the border staff (seriously, I cannot fathom what difficulty they face when their job is to scan an E-passport!?) we made it to Nicaragua. We were panicking as to how we would progress from here (its pretty isolated at El Espiño) when Brian from Somoto Canyon Tours emerged from the fading light to offer us a ride to our cabins. We were so grateful! I lay in the tray on top of our bags in the cooling breeze, rushing towards our cabins and so glad for that day to be over!

    In summary, it was one car, four buses, two pick up trucks, two border crossings and three countries for a grand distance of only 360 kilometres in a fatiguing 12 hours. Job done. Game on Nicaragua!
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    Scott Bufton

    Haha doesn't count! That day sounds like hell, hope you guys found a good feed and a beer after that!

    3/8/17Reply
    Jools Peters

    Agree with Scotty - doesn't count as its in the same league as transiting through a country on a plane. Higher up the league for sure as the views and experience on the bus are superior and more immersive, but you'd need to spend a little more time than 2mins there to get the promotion i'd say. A worthwhile footprint for sure though and on behalf of the followers, gratitude for the continued detailed, regular and insightful updates allowing us to continue our vicarious adventures!

    3/9/17Reply
     
  • Day255

    Honduras Hospitality

    April 13, 2016 in Honduras ⋅ ⛅ 36 °C

    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

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