We went to the company. Drink as appropriate. One girl flirted with me (well or I thought so). I woke up on the couch, and she lay next to me in a barrel, pressing. We are in top clothes (blowers, winter in the country is cold) I have an erection, I begin to erect, adjust more comfortably. Did she tell me something, friend? And I really wandered, because the voice was my classmate's friend, he just hid her whirlwind.
How to ride in Honduras
From Copan Ruinas we had to take the route to Puerto Barrios. It is a city on the shores of the Gulf of Honduras of the Caribbean Sea of the Atlantic Ocean.
Google Navigator offers two options:
1) through the same border post on the road from Chiquimula, from where we arrived at Copan Ruinas, long and already seen by us;
2) much shorter through Gualan, though, by time Google did not promise to save that the long road, which is short - promised to take 6 hours.
And we, the inhabitants of the plain, without a doubt, went on a short journey.
It started well - a four-step asphalt road. Which after the first encountered village became two-tiered, but still asphalt. And after the second - ground, but dotted with a small slice. And after the third - a uniform grounding, which bended on the edge of the mountain and some where 1/3 collapsed into the abyss. We passed through these two dead places.
In the fourth village, the harvest ended, and deep clay trails began. The boys in the motorcycles shouted to us that we would not go further.
Already on the exit from the fifth village, we were impressed by a blurred ground. We stopped at the last house and asked: Are we going to Guatemala right? The speaking Indian replied that in Guatemala we are going right, but here is carita (little - Spanish). We are not right. He said, “The crows