Sometimes taking a million pictures is a bad thing. I try to not bombard everyone with a gob of pictures, plus pictures can take a while to load on some computers – so I am very selective about the photos I share on posts. (Although you can always view the album of pictures!) However, while I don’t feel that I can share every single amazing photo, this post is mostly the collection of life in Copán Ruinas. For the most part, it is not a compilation of tourist attractions, things that our small group did or amazing places to see while there. It is simply of life of the people who call Honduras home. As such, it is my absolute favorite. I hope you enjoy the photos and stories as much as I enjoyed taking and experiencing them!
Picking up where we left off, Audrey and I were stuck in Honduras – for the night at least. Opting to take the Hedman-Alas bus the next day rather than pay more than double for first class, we headed back to our hostel, Via Via.
We stumbled upon this tiny gazebo-type structure. It was entirely open except the back wall, which had a small bar with a rusty refrigerator stocked with two types of Honduran beer. Audrey and I casually strolled inside and she ordered a Salva Vida. Not only were we the only two females in this bar with twenty or so Honduran men, but we were also clearly the only two foreigners. No worries, undeterred, we went to one of the tables and grabbed a couple of chairs.
I’m fairly certain the seats in the chairs in that little bar were made of horsehide, but they could have been made of a different type of leather. Either way, they were amazing. After all, how often do you really see a chair made out of leather at home?
Audrey proudly showing off her Salva Vida. Do you notice the guy to the right of the photo? That’s how it was in this bar. Honduran men casually standing against a railing, donned with their cowboy hats, enjoying an ice cold beer with some friends.
Do you also see the grassy area to the left of the photo? That was where one of the openings was, and it was a popular place. No bathrooms can tend to be an issue when alcohol is involved. Not for these men! At least four men nonchalantly went to pee by that barrel at some point during our short stay.
This photo shows the path to the bus station. It is slightly outside of Copán Ruinas and shows a local home with a mototaxi parked out front, and there is a small business beside the household. It was a very nice, peaceful walk. Likely the mototaxi driver stopped home for a quick lunch or had finished taxiing people around for the day.
Closer to the town, we passed a truck full of passengers. If you want an idea of what Honduras is like, this is a great example. Honduras was full of trucks, horses and cowboy hats. Generally you find the men of the Baby Boomer generation riding horses and proudly wearing cowboy hats. The Millennial generation and younger tend to be wearing baseball caps and riding in the back of the pick-up trucks, but women and older men catch a ride sometimes as well.
This is a local restaurant at the end of a street at the heart of Copán Ruinas. Notice the stop sign to the left? It’s an actual stop sign, not just decoration. This man is preparing to open for business.
Honduras all the way! A mototaxi decked out in support of the Honduran team playing in the World Cup, parked at the central square.
A view of the square at the heart of Copán Ruinas. Scroll down for more photos of -life- in Copán Ruinas.
There is a market set up on Sundays where people can buy and sell local produce, and it gets quite busy. This is also where street vendors set up at night. One thing you’re warned not to do: eat street food. It can make you sick and you have to be very careful in Central American countries. This may be a bit of a reckless attitude to have, but how many times are you going to be in Honduras? How many times are you going to have the opportunity to try this amazing, local cuisine. Probably not very many. Audrey and I ate our hearts out, and it was delicious. We both later got sick during the trip, but don’t think it was from the street food. Traveling for five weeks, there’s no telling where you’re going to pick something up and get sick. Zero, zero, zero regrets about eating the street food!
That was my favorite of the street food. They cooked beef and cheese on an outdoor flat top grill and then put it inside a cooked tortilla. Then you added your ingredients, such as salsa, pico de gallo, onions, lettuce and tomatoes. Muy delicioso!!!
I’m not really sure why, but this is my absolute favorite photo taken in Honduras. I think it is the epitome of life there. It was taken in the town, not the outskirts, and was a hot day (as usual). It shows two men taking a break and enjoying a moment in the shade while another man goes about his business. Then there is the lady passing the two mototaxis, heading towards the square. I really can’t explain why I love it so much, so hopefully this picture helps convey a thousand words, as they saying goes. This is Honduras.
After bidding Trent and Evelyne farewell, Audrey and I enjoyed our final evening in Honduras just roaming the streets and taking it all in. We took a Spanish class at Ixbalanque Spanish School our last morning and then caught the bus back to Guatemala. Unfortunately, all of my photos from our last day were deleted due to an awful bus trip from El Salvador to Nicaragua. But that’s a story for another time. :)
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