Considerably groggy, we waded through the taxi drivers to the bus station waiting room. We hadn't prebooked a shuttle to Antigua. We thought to either hitch with the shuttle coming to pick up the other foreigners or Darren walking around the corner to the other bus company and inquire about their shuttle service.
Darren came back from the other station with the news an official taxi would take us to Antigua for 30 dollars. We picked up two other travelers going that way and split the cost. One was an Englishman in Guatemala for the diving and the other was a Romanian who had flown through 13 countries in four wks on his current trip.
The taxi dropped us all at the square and we crashed again when our retirement hotel opened.
We caught up on laundry, had lunch, and browsed through the market. It’s hard to browse there with the hard sell. Darren is off taking photos somewhere or catching up on his soccer news.
Shouldn't be any more climbing this next week.
Darren came back from the other station with the news an official taxi would take us to Antigua for 30 dollars. We picked up two other travelers going that way and split the cost. One was an Englishman in Guatemala for the diving and the other was a Romanian who had flown through 13 countries in four wks on his current trip.
The taxi dropped us all at the square and we crashed again when our retirement hotel opened.
We caught up on laundry, had lunch, and browsed through the market. It’s hard to browse there with the hard sell. Darren is off taking photos somewhere or catching up on his soccer news.
Shouldn't be any more climbing this next week.
The alarm went at 3:05. We bumbled around, making coffee with the water heater (we finally worked out how to use it effectively), and brushing teeth. We always seem to have difficulty with the complex dead bolts on the outer door of the Dona Angelina Hotel.
As we stood waiting for our shuttle in the cold pre-dawn, a snazzy car pulled up and the most slicked down young man I believe I've ever beheld jumped out. Not a hair was out of place, not a wrinkle or a dog hair on his black slacks and shirt. There was a 24 hour pharmacy next door (must ring the bell) and we thought maybe someone was ill or perhaps emergency condoms were needed. As it turned out, he beat on the door to the Dona Angelina until the attendant opened the small window in the door. Our spotless visitor was looking for a room by the hour. Despite his slick appearance, he obviously didn't know how to impress a woman if he was taking her to our hostel for retired hippies. The attendant said the place was full.
We found our seats in the crowded shuttle bus for the 6 hour ride to Copan in Honduras. We picked up a couple more people on the way out of town. The last was a young woman with a bag just slightly larger than mine. I was impressed until she turned and I could see the behemoth bag on her back; a Brit from Manchester traveling in Central America for gap year and teaching English. I know all this because she immediately struck a conversation with the one single guy on the bus and told us all her life story.
As we stood waiting for our shuttle in the cold pre-dawn, a snazzy car pulled up and the most slicked down young man I believe I've ever beheld jumped out. Not a hair was out of place, not a wrinkle or a dog hair on his black slacks and shirt. There was a 24 hour pharmacy next door (must ring the bell) and we thought maybe someone was ill or perhaps emergency condoms were needed. As it turned out, he beat on the door to the Dona Angelina until the attendant opened the small window in the door. Our spotless visitor was looking for a room by the hour. Despite his slick appearance, he obviously didn't know how to impress a woman if he was taking her to our hostel for retired hippies. The attendant said the place was full.
We found our seats in the crowded shuttle bus for the 6 hour ride to Copan in Honduras. We picked up a couple more people on the way out of town. The last was a young woman with a bag just slightly larger than mine. I was impressed until she turned and I could see the behemoth bag on her back; a Brit from Manchester traveling in Central America for gap year and teaching English. I know all this because she immediately struck a conversation with the one single guy on the bus and told us all her life story.
Who knew public transportation could be such a hot bed for romance, although after our experience on the China Bus to NYC, I shouldn't be surprised, but at 4 am Prince William in drag would not grab my attention.
She finally wound down and I tried to nap, which was not really possible. I gave up as the sun rose and turned on a book on tape to pass the time.
We passed through some impressive mountains - sort of Appalachian height (not Rockies). We stopped for a break/breakfast (we'd had a cheese roll and tea while waiting for the bus). The Aussie student talked about his girlfriend at home at the next table. The romance petered out after that.
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