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Well, today I decided to take the secret, back way into Honduras from El Salvador...thats nice dear....<br />What an epic!...got out of San Miguel, yes, one of many San Miguels, there like the Smith name is to telephone books, San Miguels are to maps of central and south america....found the supposed border town just at the end of the road where they said it would be...but where's the road out?..some sort of mystery...the ongoing aversion to signage!...evryone pointing in different directions but the most credible says ´turn off at the casa de mouse´..so we go to a corner, no casa de mouse, and only a dirt track heading off into the sticks!...ask a few more punters, same story, so its off into the wild dirt track yonder...unbelievably bad road, washouts, rocks, everything a good dirt biker loves...

Hi Honey, I'm home....and how was your day?

Bill Shum
2006-03-24 22:10:00

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you know how it is, just another local election promise part fullfilled, only 10 kms and back to dirt...altho' from here on in a lot of it was shaped and graded.
So, into Gracias...and a pretty sweet town at that, big history, ok hotel with the bikes locked up in the chookyard at the back..guarded by chooks, a dog and 2 rabbits...not surprisingly safe in the morning.

There´s still something about firewood, did I mention it before, still people strung out along the road, (I mean physically I've got no idea about their mental state) with bundles of cut wood, really its ´hacked´wood , all the men carry great machetes, some in rather nice leather holders with tassles and all, sorta like a Harley riders handlebars bizzos, altho' most just have them dangling, I'm sure quite unitentionally, but menacingly all the same...and as they walk right on the edge of the bitumen, I'm always inclined to veer out and give them space...so theres the little kids with a bunch of kindling stix, Mum with the biggest load, I mean, after all, she uses most of it in the kitchen, and Dad with a biggish load...but they also have it stacked on bikes, carts, horses..this place is going to be de-forested unless someone hurries up and invents gas or briquettes or something...

And up in the mountains we're once again with the eagles, why do they fly soo high? I know they can see a mouse from 20,000 feet, but by the time they get down the mouse has bred 50 times and is probably glad to be done with it all...the crow on the other hand just sits on the fence, sees a mouse and jumps on it...where's the evolutionary thing there?.....and the vultures, they just hang out on the road with a side order of dog...
Anyway, now where at the famous Copan Ruinas..more old Mayan ruins being dug out, restored, maintained, all very fantastic I´m sure. Altho' gotta cut thru the cynicism, it is a v mellow plkace, it woiuld be good to have a couple of days to just hang out there and soak it up, and I notice that feeling much more here than at other ruinas. so there!

Crikey, I forgot a few pages of notes on ElSal...maybe tomorrow...and I'll try and get some photos happening again...cya...
Welcome to some new bloggees and keep the feedback coming...thanks to all who have....

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