The border crossing here to Honduras was a little complicated, but not so much money as before, though a lot of time. Once I confirm with Scott I will post the process costs. Fortunately, I got bike detail as Scott is much better with Espanole than I so I got the sun rays and the ‘I don’t know what’s going on part’ and he did the bs with the offices and the trammadorres. These kids below hung with me and taught me every Spanish word for every piece of garbage they could find after we went through both bike parts. We shared freezies, ice cream, agua, cigarellos (just me), and many many minutes together, 3 hours I’m guessing. It was much like being immersed in a soap opera, for we experienced a lot in the course of time. Indirectly I met their parents, cousins, and whoever else at the border, even the crazy ones through the eyes of these two boys, the one on the left was the gifted one. Over and over again we went through every Spanish word for every thing we could find. ….. ice cream cones were dropped, the seguridad always kept a watchful eye while gambling with cards to pass the time, and the ants were always present. The one on the left showed me a terrible infection caused by an attack from the ants. I cannot express enough the border people and their lives; it’s fucked to be honest, but there is also a beauty inside it’s irony, it’s just impossible to explain, and naturally able to understand.
We were stopped by numerous policia check stops and overall I have to say that they were trying to get money from us but patience becomes a virtue eventually, and informed ignorance too. We finally landed in a small town called San Lorenzo, Honduras, checked into a motel and then I proceeded to explore after a movie and a few beers and some papas and popcorn, landing in a pool hall and buying a bottle of rum for us to drink with the locals. That game is fucked up, though I enjoyed it just the same. And also senor took it easy on me which I didn’t like, we could have had a really good match but the timing wasn’t right.
