At the end of term all of the Project Trust volunteers met up in Copan to celebrate the end of the world. Copan is a town high up in the mountains and hours away from anywhere else. It's famous for its coffee and Mayan ruins. It took us 7 hours to get there from Tela which included a 4 hour journey along a precariously thin winding road through the mountains in a rusted, chugging chicken bus. There weren't enough seats, so the driver pulled a plastic stool out for me to sit in the isle on, which slid around with the movement of the bus and left my bum very numb. I made friends with my fellow travellers though: an American who'd lived in Honduras most of his life, had a girlfriend half his age and who spent most of the journey telling me that he'd studied the stars and planets and that the world was actually going to end; a Honduran university student called Ian (odd name for a Honduran, but his father liked Ian Flemming's books) who I apologised to many times for sliding into and a curly haired Guatemalan traveller who I only spoke to once because he fell asleep on my shoulder after about 10 minutes of being in the bus. I was very pleased to arrive in Copan, and lay down exhausted on my bed, staring at the ceiling for an hour when we finally got to the hostel.

Copan is a beautiful place and I had great fun exploring it. All the roads are cobbled and there is a huge square in the centre of town ringed by lovely cafes, restaurants, shops and hotels. One café I went to had delicious cakes and even more delicious coffee. I think it may have been the best cup of coffee I've ever had in my life. We found a street vendor just off the square that sold amazing baleadas and carnitas and a restaurant that makes amazing liquados. Seriously, the food in Copan is delicious!!

The 21st of December 2012 was the end of the Mayan calendar and we planned to celebrate Mayan style. However I must admit that it was a bit of a let-down. We went to a ceremony in the ruins for the "last ever" sun-down and I was expecting an amazing festival type party, but all we did was stand in a circle and chant around a man doing the lead chanting in some rather strange clothing whilst throwing things into a fire. We got cold and bored, so we left early and went back to the town. We decided that it would be a great idea to stay up all night and watch the sunrise, so at 5am the next morning we were all sat in our pyjamas on the terrace of our hostel under blankets staring at the sky getting lighter. It was only at 5.30am that someone noticed how cloudy the sky was and that we'd not be able to see anything. We collectively agreed that the sky was sufficiently light and so the sun had probably risen by this point and after half-heartedly congratulating each other for surviving the end of the world, we all fell into bed. As I said, it was a massive let-down. Still, I guess if there's one thing that you want to be a let-down, it's the end of the world.