Gorgeous green mountains sqeeze in from the distance, waiting patiently in line, six or seven deep. That´s how I hope I remember Honduras: green mountains, red terra cotta roofs and smoky cooking fires. Not as the country that overthrew its government only days before we were due to arrive. Last time in Honduras I met great hospitality-- this time I interacted only with the military, at two borders and a checkpoint.
And so we head to Belize the long way. Managua through southern Honduras to avoid the capitol and its massive civil demonstrations, to San Salvador for a seven hour night and onto Guatemala City and Flores. Twenty-five hours of bus in 2 days, but we´re eager to get closer to Cancun and our ride home. Eager to put long bus rides and borders behind us.
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