This was probably the least fun day of the trip. We knew it was going to suck.... It did.
We crossed into Honduras, after a border crossing nightmare. We forgot to hit the ATM on the way, and halfway through our paperwork realized we did not have the cash. It was about 200 degrees out and with abrasive "helpers" in our faces, it was very frustrating.
It became apparent that I would have to take a cab back to a town where there might be a cash machine, while Garen stayed back to help Camper guard the truck from shifty border loiterers. My tiny 3 wheel cab instead took me out to the desert, where I figured to get shot after having my PIN # interrogated out of me. Turns out, the cab driver lives out there and wants to take his Tercel for the remainder of what he says is going to be a long drive. 25 miles later, we found a Scotia bank, and I made it back to the truck safely.
Immediately after crossing into Honduras, we had to pay a cop $20 for not wearing t shirts while driving. There was simply no talking to this hard ass.
It was a long day for all of us.
We were pulled over 6 times in Honduras all in all, usually to check and see if we had a fire extinguisher and emergency triangles. No triangles here, so we convinced the cops that they were buried under all our stuff and it was too damned hot to unload everything. So they flat out asked us for cash. And sometimes for something to drink.
Of course they were given nothing.
Wearing a shirt in the car sucks.
Crossed the other Honduras border into Nicaragua about 3 hours and infinity potholes later. This one was much smoother.
We drove through Leon and out to the beach at Ponoloya. The drive was pretty enough, but bad road conditions plagued us the whole way.
We stayed at Playa Roca, an overpriced shit house.
The were no waves so we split the next morning.
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