Honduras doesn't feel dangerous but there are guys with guns everywhere. Even to get into a bus station you frisked by a guy with a metal detector and shotgun and every shop has an armed guard.
There is a coffee shop in San Pedro Sula that is trying to be a Starbucks. It has armed guards outside and inside.
While we were there the guard inside needed to go to the loo so he locked the door presumably because it is too dangerous to leave a cafe unguarded even for a few minutes. No one could get in or out, even people who had only dropped in for a quick take away.
We spent a couple of days on a beautiful coffee farm.
My Brokeback Mountain moment
They use water to grade the beans and to drive the machinery. Went horse riding, ate tropical fruit straight off the trees and had a night time visit to hot springs.
On the way back we got out of the truck and were suddenly covered in biting red ants. Millions of them had created a path round our cabin to a dog bowl at the back. By morning they had disappeared and the bowl was completely cleanGot fed being part of the corruption and having to bribe border officials to let me into the country so this time I asked for a receipt. No problem says the guy and sends his mate to get the `receipt book'. I have to stand there waiting while they processed everyone else. I then have to go to another hole in the wall to pay but suddenly they don't have any change and will not accept Honduran money. By this time the whole bus is waiting for us so I go back to first guy and tell him I submit and that I don't now need a receipt. He pretends to be upset but accepts my money. As I turn away he stands up and does a high 5 with his mate - another gringo beaten
Back in Guatemala now
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