Scrunched into my A320 window seat, bumping along around 30,000 feet, trying to recover from several days of in Honduras….might as well pound out a few lines on my notebook and share the adventures.

Nope, nothing like my last trip to this Central American paradise, staying at Pico Bonito, in Le Ceiba and living the good life.

This time it was a lot more basic, sharing a back bedroom with a friend a little less expensive and a humbling authentic experience.

The stimulus was an annual gathering of several old amigos, one of whom now resides in San Pedro Sula. We were carrying on a long standing holiday tradition. Tasting tequilas (which we prefer to bring along, since we don’t really care for the local rum), reviewing the accomplishments and failures of the past year, tasting tequilas, sampling some local cuisine, tasting tequilas, seeing some of the less visited tourist sites, and of course, tasting some tequilas! San Pedro Sula is really an “arm pit” of a place and only the foolish venture out after dark…although we did wander out a couple of nights to eat at pne of our favorite dives:

Fred´s Kitchen
One and a half blocks from Circunvalacion, on Barrio Rio de Piedras

We did manage to leave our friends villa for a couple of days and visited Copan….pretty empty except for a few dozen backpackers here and there. The hills and valleys in this region of Honduras are so beautifully covered in green foliage (why not it seems to rain every day and with humidity at 100%....probably perfect growing conditions….certainly perfect excessive perspiration conditions).

By the end of the week, we had excelled at tasting tequilas and only marginally accomplished our other objectives. For my own part, I will be drinking a great deal of water during the next ten days or so and nibbling on a steady diet of Advils in hopes of a full detox of agave residues in my system!