Choluteca, Honduras, 6/2-07
Route: San Salvador - El Amatillo - Nacaome - Choluteca
I started the day with shopping a new bag. Since it still was not sure when I was going to sell the bike, I decided that it might be a good idea to buy the bag as soon as possible, and the prices at the marked in San Salvador was good. I payed 10 US dollar, which is the currency which is used in El Salvador. I then had a check on the bike, retightening screws and lubing the chain before I hit the road.
I had decided that I would cross the border into Honduras at El Amatillo. The landscape started to be more hilly when I got closer to the border and the hills looked like small vulcanoes. El Salvador is the country in Central America with highest population per area. This is seen when traveling along the roads, becouse it is people everywhere.
At the border I was met by a bunch of people that wanted to help me with the paper work. This is quite common here, and they can speed up the border processes, but you can not trust them. Since I had had so much trouble crossing the border to El Salvador, I decided to use the services to one of the helpers. We did not use more than 40 minutes by the crossing, but it was plain obvious that they tried to fool you every time they had a chance. For instance came my helper and asked for 5 dollar for a stamp in my passport. I went to the girl that stamped the passport and asked if she belived in the Santa Clause, and soon discovered that she was only charging three dollar for the stamp. So a good piece of advice is to go with your helper to all the places and discuss the prices with the people that work there and not give any money to the helper.
After I crossed the border I started to go toward Nicaragua. I had not heared anything from Forrest and Shane, so I am not sure where they are and if we are going to meet, but in the last email I got they wrote that they were heading north after having tried to ship their bikes from Panama to South America without luck. I therefore just rode to Choluteca this day so I would be able to go north in Honduras, south or east into Nicaragua.
Choluteca is a small town with few city streets, so it is easy to get to know the city. I found a hotel in one side street to the main street. The hotel had no secure parking, so I rolled Scotty into the lobby. The smaller hotels are often helpful with finding a safe parking for the bikes.
In the evening I called Albert, one of the guys that Ivo and me met in Antigua. He was interested in Scotty and I needed to check if he still was interested. Later I went to a chinese resturant and had a big meal before I jumped to bed.
I started the day with shopping a new bag. Since it still was not sure when I was going to sell the bike, I decided that it might be a good idea to buy the bag as soon as possible, and the prices at the marked in San Salvador was good. I payed 10 US dollar, which is the currency which is used in El Salvador. I then had a check on the bike, retightening screws and lubing the chain before I hit the road.
I had decided that I would cross the border into Honduras at El Amatillo. The landscape started to be more hilly when I got closer to the border and the hills looked like small vulcanoes. El Salvador is the country in Central America with highest population per area. This is seen when traveling along the roads, becouse it is people everywhere.
At the border I was met by a bunch of people that wanted to help me with the paper work. This is quite common here, and they can speed up the border processes, but you can not trust them. Since I had had so much trouble crossing the border to El Salvador, I decided to use the services to one of the helpers. We did not use more than 40 minutes by the crossing, but it was plain obvious that they tried to fool you every time they had a chance. For instance came my helper and asked for 5 dollar for a stamp in my passport. I went to the girl that stamped the passport and asked if she belived in the Santa Clause, and soon discovered that she was only charging three dollar for the stamp. So a good piece of advice is to go with your helper to all the places and discuss the prices with the people that work there and not give any money to the helper.
After I crossed the border I started to go toward Nicaragua. I had not heared anything from Forrest and Shane, so I am not sure where they are and if we are going to meet, but in the last email I got they wrote that they were heading north after having tried to ship their bikes from Panama to South America without luck. I therefore just rode to Choluteca this day so I would be able to go north in Honduras, south or east into Nicaragua.
Choluteca is a small town with few city streets, so it is easy to get to know the city. I found a hotel in one side street to the main street. The hotel had no secure parking, so I rolled Scotty into the lobby. The smaller hotels are often helpful with finding a safe parking for the bikes.
In the evening I called Albert, one of the guys that Ivo and me met in Antigua. He was interested in Scotty and I needed to check if he still was interested. Later I went to a chinese resturant and had a big meal before I jumped to bed.
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