Finally, some more tales from Central America! To be honest I haven't been feeling too well lately and my days go something like this - wake up, go to work, go to an apartment viewing, study, sleep. All of this while attempting not to ''toss my cookies'' to put it one way. And while most days I can't complain about the comprehensive healthcare which every resident of Germany enjoys, my primary care physician is proving to be a ''let me just give you these pills and write you off of work for a few days'' type. Perhaps it's time for a new doctor! Anyhow, life isn't all bad news these days and I have a few exciting announcements coming up in the next months, but for now, onto stories of adventures past!
After our restless night in the Managua Tica Bus hotel, we boarded our 5:30 AM bus and set out on the all-day journey to San Salvador. Mario immediately hit it off with some of the El Salvadorians on the bus and had some nice, long chats. I enjoyed listening in on their conversations and chatted a bit with the only other gringos on the bus, a Canadian woman traveling with her young son. The border crossing through Honduras proved to be quite simple, although it was a good thing that we had gotten our yellow fever vaccinations, as Nicaragua wasn't going to let us out without them since we had been in Panama.
|First signs of El Salvador|
The journey ended up taking a bit longer than planned, so it was quite dark by the time we arrived in San Salvador. Thankfully we were once again staying at the Tica Bus hotel though and this one was much nicer than the one in Managua. The temperatures in San Salvador were also much more bearable and we were glad to relax a bit after a long day on the road.
In the morning we wanted to get to Santa Ana as early as possible to enjoy the city and hopefully climb the volcano. As it turned out, however, we woke up to a steady downpour of rain and knew that our chances of making it up the volcano were quite slim. Once we got to Santa Ana and our hostel the owner of the hostel told us that we could pretty much forget climbing the volcano for the next several days. Of course this was pretty disappointing and we also had no desire to sit around the hostel all day. So off we were again for a day filled with traveling in order to reach Copan, Honduras. In the hostel in Santa Ana a traveler had posted his experience making the journey by local bus, but unfortunately it turned out that most of his supposed connection times were rather unrealistic. You see, traveling by bus in Central America is actually quite uncomplicated. You get off the bus and immediately there are young men standing outside of your bus shouting out which destinations their buses are headed to. You just follow whichever one of them you need (and the young man will usually take your bags for you), hop on the next bus, and wait for it to take off. Sometimes you might wait just a minute or two for departure, while other times you may sit around for a good half an hour. And while we had a couple of lucky connections, we had to wait a while for a couple of our connections and the border crossings definitely took longer than this traveler's advice led us to believe. Another convenient thing about the buses in Central America is that there is always someone coming on the bus to sell anything from cold drinks to candies to complete lunches. At least we didn't have to worry about being hungry during our travels.
In the end, after a bit of a stressful day of travel, we made it Copan just a bit after dark. Copan itself is quite quiet and safe and we treated ourselves to a nice dinner across the street from our hostel. During our dinner in started raining, or should I say, the skies opened up and Copan's streets became rivers, the power went out, and we watched several cars attempted to drive up the flooded street, only to go sliding right back down.
|Another day on the road!|
|We made it!|
After that raining night of multiple power-outages we woke up to a beautiful sunny morning. After an early-morning walk around the city we had breakfast and headed out to the Mayan ruins which make Copan so famous.
After our trip to the ruins, we still needed something to fill up our afternoon. So we joined in on a tour to some hot springs nearby and enjoyed a relaxing afternoon of hot and cold pools, a steam bath, water-powered shoulder massages, and a mud bath. Because the van transporting us there has to drive through back roads and because of the remote location of the hot springs, two armed police officers accompanied our group on the trip, a practice which many tours in Central America have adopted in recent years. I find this very good and quite reasonable, as tourism brings a lot of money into the Central American economy, but tourists will only come if they feel safe.
|I would definitely recommend it to any visitors to Copan|
|The neck and back massage waterfall|
|Perfect place to spend a relaxing afternoon|
|Natural steam bath|
|Of course, local beers in the evening|