Honduras Bound
In less than three days, I am leaving for a week in Honduras. I’m going to Copan Ruínas, a small town near the border of Guatemala and El Salvador. It’s renowned for its Mayan ruins and its international backpackers. I figure if it’s too expensive to go to Europe, I might as well go to where the Europeans will be, enjoying their lavish summer vacations (the ones who aren’t in NYC flexing their mighty Euros on American goods and services, of course).
Seriously, I am going because S— is there studying Spanish at this school for a few weeks, and I thought, why not?
I have very little idea of what to expect, and that’s exciting. I am hoping that it will involve lying in a hammock, eating a lot of fruit, hiking the ruins, wandering the town, naps, meeting travelers from many lands, exhuming a little bit of my Spanish, really cheap drinks, and maybe a couple of geeky activities such a horseback ride or a walk around a coffee plantation—both, according to S—’s guidebook, things that they do there for tourists.
That’s the idyllic part. Someone on Ask Metafilter also advised me like this :
And bring some thick skin. Seeing all the bands of really young homeless children begging and smoking cigarettes was kinda tough for me to bare.
Don’t mean to be such a Gloomy Gus, just saying. It’s pretty much the same althrough Central South American, though. :(
I’ll be back in early August and will report on the hammocks/flowers/homeless children/cigarettes situation then.
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