Honduras 🇭🇳

Honduras 🇭🇳

Our shortest stop ever

Honudar wasn't really on our plan before, but in El Salvador we decided that we wanted to spend two nights on the Pacific coast in a small fishing village. Even this plan was further minimized.

In Honduras, El Amatillo, we immediately felt uncomfortable. It's amazing how just a few meters away, after the border of El Salvador, people can change so much. In El Salvador, we still had the super friendly locals who always smiled at you, but in Honduras, locals tried to scam you together with the military. To enter, you have to fill out a form, and here the locals tried to lure us into a back room of a restaurant and wanted 6 USD for it. Right next door was the official office where you could do this for free. When I asked a military officer, he supported the scammers and told me to go with them. But since this felt wrong and suspicious, I just walked into the official office and got the correct information there. This feeling persisted, so we said that if the opportunity arises, we don't even want to spend a night here. We made our way 3 kilometers with all our belongings to the largest highway, the Pan-American Highway. Here, as often, we were extremely lucky and a massive truck stopped and said he could take us all the way to Costa Rica. Milena, Tino, me, and all our luggage, including the surfboards, had room in his driver's cabin. We drove for two hours chatting with him through Honduras. We asked him to drop us off in Choluteca because he was following the Pan-American Highway to Nicaragua and we wanted to go to the Pacific coast to the wave 'The Boom'. We spent one night here in a kind of motel. We arrived super hungry and exhausted and we were all in this unbalanced childish mood, something between creepy, weird, and sleep deprived. We walked over to the nearest Wendy's and got fast food and ice cream. When we arrived back at the motel with the ice cream, we were lucky enough to see a drone show from the neighboring property before going to bed. The next morning, we continued by hitchhiking. When we crossed the border control between Honduras and Nicaragua in Guasaule, our vaccination certificates were checked. The Germans, of course, had everything exemplary ready. Unfortunately, Milena didn't have any proof, so we were stuck in the dust for 3 hours. During this time, we got her proof and I was allowed to go to Nicaragua to print it out.

Finally, we arrived in Nicaragua!