- A man of many words. Profane, profound, loyal to a fault and a right rat bastard. I love the finer things in life: expensive cigars, cheap women and all the salted, cured meats I can eat. A friend to dogs, lover of humanity and despiser of people. If I were King the world would be a better place, because, well...I would be King! Oh, and I like ice cream.
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
Good-Bye To Copan Ruinas
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.