We could have spent another day or so kicking around Copan. But, we were to meet Jason in San Pedro Sula, Honduras. The pictures are of scenes around town.
San Pedro Sula was just a big ol' city. Nothing special. A crossroads. The hotel we had agreed to meet at was OK. What do you want for $30 a night for a triple room? They didn't accept plastic, so I had to find an ATM. There was a bank with an "Internacional Desk." Internacional as long it was strictly Spanish. Imagine, if you will, playing charades trying to describe what I call the "Magic Wall?" Fortunately, as I was desparately acting out the ATM thing I happened to look out a window and spied an ATM across the street. Problem solved.
Jason showed up as planned.
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