From Utila to Copan Ruinas

After a boat, a minivan, two buses, a pick up, a local bus, and a chartered minivan, I´ve arrived in Copan Ruinas. The goal for the day was to get to Guatemala, and I´ve made it to the border. Not bad, I don´t think. The second bus was supposed to get me here, but the road was blocked. So I and seven other Canadians and Americans navigated our way through the country together.

Since I´m here next to Mayan ruins, I figure I´ll take tomorrow to visit them (the border is, after all, closed to all but pedestrian traffic). After that, I´ll figure out what I´m doing. Honestly, I don´t know. The situation here on the ground is not as it seems in the news. Yes, there is serious stuff going on, but since the majority of Hondurans are fairly poorly educated, no one knows what´s happening. Everyone I have met is just sitting back, waiting for the situation to resolve itself. While I see good reason to leave Honduras right now, I don´t feel the need to flee Central America. However, it´s something near impossible for me to do what my parents disapprove of, and my mother´s frantic emails are getting to me.

My time here on the internet is up. I´ll keep thinking about this tomorrow while I wander the ruins, and see if I can come up with a reasonable solution.