i met THE eighteen rabbit

this is my favorite king of copan, not only because he has the word [rabbit] in his name, but also because he is fairly good looking. im sure you would agree. what good does a nose do anyhow?after i wrote my last blog, i read something that i had written that was published in the daily universe. i sound like a half coherent slang talker. sometimes the truth comes out. it was fun to read it. i hope other people send in their articles.

anyhow, the last night we were in omoa, afternoon really, we took the free kayaks out to sea. they were one person kayaks, and we rode far out into the sea and the sun was on the horizon and it was pure lovely. at a depth too deep to dive but just deep enough to still see, we spotted what looked like seadollars the size of a dinner plate. i also dove in in more shallow water and saw a little sand crab, who was a little delight. we found a little waterway that went up into the coast, and paddles up it just as the sun was setting. there were egrets and other sea birds, and one in particular had its eye on me. the evil eye. it would look at me, make a sound, and then i would look at it, and he would look away, like he wasnt looking at me in the first place. birds. what can you do?so the sunset was beautiful, and by the time we got to shore, the sun was hiding. it was a nice way to end our little omoa stay.

the next morning we started traveling. the plan was to go to copan, as directly as possible, but that wasnt so easily possible. we took a school bus (not used as such at the moment) to puerto cortés, and when we arrived there, we walked five minutes to find a direct micro to san pedro sula. it had air conditioning, was jam packed, and had cheesy eighties hits every step of the way. on the way, we got even more packed in with a bunch of honduran guards with big guns. that was exciting. even more exciting was when we pulled over and everyone was asked to get out to be searched. some women on the micro told us that we could stay on, that they were just searching the men. so i watched them pat everyone down from the window. the we continued on our jolly way to san pedro sula, which seemed like a crazy place, and a very friendly man led us to the bus terminal. we waited on the bus for 15 minutos or so, as vendors yelled at us from every side, in and out of the bus. we bought two bags of water through the window, for very cheap, like 4 lempiras total. the cries of aguasaguasaguas and pollopollopollo and pastelespastelespasteles and papitaspapitaspapitas and directodirectodirecto continued for quite a while, and everytime that we made even the slightest stop, the cries continued. we bought some fried plantain chips that were yummy. that bus ride was long and it was a good thing that we made friends with the bus attendant (not the driver, but the guy who yells and collects the money) because we got off the bus at the wrong place, and he put us back on, laughing. we always are confused about the buses, because si uno no sabe ni donde vas ni donde está, es dificil, sabés? we got off the bus in santa rita de copan, and boarded a bus to copan, finally. we bought more water and some hardtack that could have pegged and taken out a small child, and moved on. we had some great friends join us on the bus. one was an evangelical man with more gold in his mouth than teeth, maybe. maybe not. he was happy to share the palabra, and 18 years ago it changed his life, and why not let it change yours? he was muy suave, and asked for donations, then left. also, a girl with a grandmother and a chicken in a bag boarded. the chicken was nervous, and they had to ask for another bag from the driver. the bags were there in the first place because of the windy roads. and it was windy, and steep. i think we went 40 km at about 10 mph. subiendo, subiendo.

we got to see alot of beautiful countryside, lots of beautiful cows with short horns and floppy ears. honduras seems like a cowboy country. everyone i have talked to has been exceedingly friendly. but i guess those are the types of people you want to talk to.

we are staying in a little hostel, and we ate pizza last night. pizza with shrimp on top? is that typical in honduras? italy?anywhere? this morning we got up and got ready to go by buying a little breakfast and eating it in the plaza. then we headed to copan. it was just a short walk from the city to the ruins. red macaws welcomed us into the park. the sweet thing about copan is that you can see the decorative aspects of mayan culture. there are tons of stelae preserved (at least to some extent) and its so lovely. king 18 rabbit did a lot of building, as well as smoke jaguar and kax pac, the last king of copan. we took a little side trail and i saw a morpho!! que alegria. it was resplendent. we got to see alot of beautiful countryside, lots of beautiful cows with short horns and floppy ears. honduras seems like a cowboy country. everyone i have talked to has been exceedingly friendly. but i guess those are the types of people you want to talk to.we are staying in a little hostel, and we ate pizza last night. pizza with shrimp on top? is that typical in honduras? italy? anywhere?this morning we got up and got ready to go by buying a little breakfast and eating it in the plaza. then we headed to copan. it was just a short walk from the city to the ruins. red macaws welcomed us into the park. the sweet thing about copan is that you can see the decorative aspects of mayan culture. there are tons of stelae preserved (at least to some extent) and its so lovely. king 18 rabbit did a lot of building, as well as smoke jaguar and kax pac, the last king of copan. we took a little side trail and i saw a morpho!! que alegria. it was resplendent.