Copan, Honduras
Trip Start
Oct 09, 2006
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Trip End
Jun 15, 2007
We relunctantly left Antigua to face possibly the toughest part of our trip.... Honduras!
We decided to take a tourist shuttle to Copan, it was cheap if not cheerful. We left Antigua at 4am.... that was the only flamin bus departing (one at an affordable price that is), and of course there was the usual bunch of strange tourists jammed into the hi-ace van with us. This time we had two young english lads sitting behind us, they were obviously still steaming from the night before and one of the guys pants was so krusty that it looked like he had peeed his pants the night before and the pee was now dried in. Sarah was brickin it that they would do a vomity thing on top of her... they were true manky bastards!
Once again the border crossing was a doddle, this time there was no illegal crossing charges, the only downer was that they didn't give us a Honduran stamp on the passports as we were travelling onto Nicaragua and El Salvador.
The town of Copan itself is pretty enough, tis FULL of expats running their own bars/restaurants, but tis nice. So, to the ruins... this time we decided to do the site on our own, and believe you me tis the way to do these things. There was no running after a guide and you don't feel like a sheep following 40 other tourists around.
Not going to get into the whole history of the ruins, you can click here to read all about that. One thing though was the guy who was ruling Copan at the time of the most of the building, his name was King Rabbit, what a cool name, eh! His father's name must have been Smoking Funnystuff or something like that anyway. Imagine if Bertie Aherns name was King Rabbit!!!
It was really nice to wander around at our own pace and we really enjoyed these ruins!
That was Copan.... next up... the hardest part of the trip... the volunteering in the Honduran school.... at least we'll be stopping for a while.
We decided to take a tourist shuttle to Copan, it was cheap if not cheerful. We left Antigua at 4am.... that was the only flamin bus departing (one at an affordable price that is), and of course there was the usual bunch of strange tourists jammed into the hi-ace van with us. This time we had two young english lads sitting behind us, they were obviously still steaming from the night before and one of the guys pants was so krusty that it looked like he had peeed his pants the night before and the pee was now dried in. Sarah was brickin it that they would do a vomity thing on top of her... they were true manky bastards!
Once again the border crossing was a doddle, this time there was no illegal crossing charges, the only downer was that they didn't give us a Honduran stamp on the passports as we were travelling onto Nicaragua and El Salvador.
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Our first port of call in Honduras was the 2nd most visited tourist in the country.... the Mayan ruins of Copan... yup... thats more ruins!The town of Copan itself is pretty enough, tis FULL of expats running their own bars/restaurants, but tis nice. So, to the ruins... this time we decided to do the site on our own, and believe you me tis the way to do these things. There was no running after a guide and you don't feel like a sheep following 40 other tourists around.
Not going to get into the whole history of the ruins, you can click here to read all about that. One thing though was the guy who was ruling Copan at the time of the most of the building, his name was King Rabbit, what a cool name, eh! His father's name must have been Smoking Funnystuff or something like that anyway. Imagine if Bertie Aherns name was King Rabbit!!!
It was really nice to wander around at our own pace and we really enjoyed these ruins!
That was Copan.... next up... the hardest part of the trip... the volunteering in the Honduran school.... at least we'll be stopping for a while.

