Caye Caulker

The bus ride to Belize City was uneventful. The bus never got overcrowded, and it was hot but not unbearable.  It wasn't raining, so the windows could be kept open allowing for a breeze, and since it was direct, there wasn't much stopping and starting along the way. We walked the ten minutes to the … Continue reading Caye Caulker

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Black Rock Lodge

I could've taken a taxi to the airport to meet S, but that would've been expensive, $25. Instead, I walked to the bus station, allowing plenty of time for error. A man, seeing me looking at the bus schedule, asked me where I was going, and when I told him Ladyville, said that the buses … Continue reading Black Rock Lodge

A Sprint through Guatemala to Belize City

I rose early in the morning, catching the 6:20am collectivo van to the Honduras/Guatemala border at El Florido.  It was a twenty minute ride, and I passed out of Honduras and into Guatemala without any trouble.  I wasn't even asked to pay the 10 Quetzal ($1.25) bribe that I thought was standard when entering Guatemala.  … Continue reading A Sprint through Guatemala to Belize City

Copan Ruinas

The four hour trip to Copan Ruinas started auspiciously when I showed up at the bus station and a man told me the 9:45am bus had broken down and the next bus wasn't leaving until 11am. I sat down on a rock to wait. At 10:45, I went to find the bus.  There was no … Continue reading Copan Ruinas

Santa Rosa de Copan and Gracias, Honduras

I didn't need a reminder that I am thirty-nine years old, but spending the previous day on buses gave me one anyways.  I woke up, and my hips were sore, my back was sore.  My head and stomach were sore from midnight hotdogs and aquardiente.  I was mentally and physically drained. I did some half-assed … Continue reading Santa Rosa de Copan and Gracias, Honduras

Four buses, two taxis and thirteen hours; El Salvador to Honduras

The plan was to be in Santa Rosa de Copan, Hondurans by 7pm.  I would leave Juayua, El Salvador at 9am for Santa Ana, arriving at 10am to catch a 10:30am connection to Metapan, arriving at 11:45am for a noon connection to El Poy at the border, arriving at 3pm. From El Poy, after exiting … Continue reading Four buses, two taxis and thirteen hours; El Salvador to Honduras

Juayua, El Salvador

The 6:30am bus from El Tunco to Sonsonate, where I would connect for Juayua (Why-OOH-ah) was the first time I was separated from my bag.  The ayudante took it from me as I boarded through the rear emergency exit and placed it behind the last row of seats.  I took a seat several rows up … Continue reading Juayua, El Salvador

Halfway

Yesterday, (Monday, May 12)the fiftieth day of my trip, halfway home, a trip the purpose of which was to rapidly dislocate myself from the comfort of home, a place I know, to someplace faraway, foreign, unfamiliar, and make my way slowly back, was appropriately spent in four buses and two taxis for twelve hours getting … Continue reading Halfway