The rain proved fairly persistent but I managed a couple of hours sitting on one of the landing stages getting a filtered sun tan. The day rather petered out with only five of us dining at the Lily’s Pond restaurant which came highly recommended and didn’t disappoint.
The following day found us tramping through the drying streets at 5.30 am in order to catch our ferry back to the mainland. The journey was far less bumpy than the inward leg and I enjoyed the early morning sun up on deck.
This time we only had one bus to deal with and we made excellent time to Comayagua, reaching it well before Andres’ predicted 4pm. The bus seats were distinctly odd and it is hard to imagine what size or shape of human they are designed to accommodate. The seat backs trend forwards towards the top so a cricked neck is almost inevitable. The road was excellent, as it has been throughout Honduras with the exception of a modern bridge which had been washed out. A ten minute walk with full pack brought us to the Hotel Emperador which actually boasted air conditioning. However, the electrical arrangements were as idiosyncratic as anywhere else we’ve been. The air con plug was taped directly to live wires whilst there were power sockets immediately above my shower and water squirted into it directly. It couldn’t have been live; could it? I think I’m getting desperate for things to write about now.
The main square was attractive but there’s not much else going on here save traffic noise all night punctuated by what I am sure was gunfire. I’ve heard plenty of random fireworks at all hours but this was something different.
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