Copan
Copan, Honduras, is a very, very small town. For some reason, the inhabitants still feel the necessity to use the small go-cart taxis that everywhere grace the streets of Antigua. After a brief stroll through the town, I understood why - most of the distance between any two points is straight up.
The average slope of any surface in Copan is at least 35 degrees. Gas mileage varies between approximately 1,000,000+ miles to the gallon or 2, depending on which direction you are headed (down or up).
Bjorn and I visited a friend from his high school, currently teaching math at a small, disorganized bilingual school about forty-five minutes outside of the city (by foot, that is. Apparently the taxis serve another useful purpose.). The children, as always, are unbelievably cute, tempting the local tourists to take them home, or, short of that, to carry them around until one or the other collapses from exhaustion (usually the other).
The coffee is fantastic. But, unfortunately for me, refills are costly.
More to come.
The average slope of any surface in Copan is at least 35 degrees. Gas mileage varies between approximately 1,000,000+ miles to the gallon or 2, depending on which direction you are headed (down or up).
Bjorn and I visited a friend from his high school, currently teaching math at a small, disorganized bilingual school about forty-five minutes outside of the city (by foot, that is. Apparently the taxis serve another useful purpose.). The children, as always, are unbelievably cute, tempting the local tourists to take them home, or, short of that, to carry them around until one or the other collapses from exhaustion (usually the other).
The coffee is fantastic. But, unfortunately for me, refills are costly.
More to come.
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