The part of Honduras bordering Guatemala was verdant green forests with Copán being far more impressive and charming than anything I could reasonably expect or demand. It made such a favorable first impression of Honduras. Along the way,  I have met the most respectable and most intelligent of El Salvadoreans, able to engage in politics and discuss ideals of family values, which is very different from Chiapas, Mexico.

Unfortunately, the ugly beach town  and the people of La Ceiba on the Caribbean coast took it all away, and after being price gouged and pushed around and handed choices of seedy cement hotels that weren’t worth their price, with suffocating humidity and trash everywhere, I am starting to believe that the Garifuna culture is one of my least favorite Mayan groups, and anywhere this Afro-Latin sect is gathered with pumping reggaeton and an idle laziness combined with overpriced services and drunkards all over the place…are the places I do not want to hang around. Even the Caribbean in the Honduran Sea is kind of brown and turgid.

(Check this out, there is even a warning on my internet cafe computer: Aviso, se exhorta al no uso de pagin as  web de pornografia en vista de que este lugar es visitado por niños y podian estar expuestos a tales programas en perjuicio de su formación integral.) GROSS…I’m so going to have to scrub my hands with soap after this. 

So backtrack to Tegucigalpa, and onward ho to Nicaragua.


Interestingly, in some parts of Central America the Spanish is so strange. First, in addition to all the different vocabulary for all the basic things due to local Mayan influence, you have to use the formal ‘usted” a lot more, and even a form of ‘vos,‘ in which you end the verbs with a D. It sounds like Spanish of the Golden Age, back when all men were caballeros and women were damas, and I am glad I read classical Spanish literature so I can say “venid pra ‘ca,” or “que decís?” or “¿conoced a este lugar?” and it sounds totally fancy and formal except for the fact that people are still pretty ignorant and illiterate around here and can’t spell anything correctly, so “bien benido al karebeño!” I can even use the verb ‘coger‘ again!! Imagine a mix of Elizabethan/Shakespearean with Ebonics…in Spanish. 

A lot of people speak English as well as Spanish due to US political and economical dominance of local Central American industries (today’s newspaper headlines reads: “Crisis en Wall Street Golpea a Honduras,” the welfare of Central America is inextricably linked to the US because of its exports of raw coffee, bananas, sugar, and some other controlled raw materials, and therefore US dollars are accepted as local currency) but even so, I have found that speaking fluent Spanish means you know what’s going on and they won’t rip you off as much. 

Today, I’ve had a lot of time to think. I really miss home. Took a few photos which I will post up later.