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Mayans Ignored Again….
We caught a 4am shuttle bus from Antigua and arrived at Copan Ruinas in the pouring rain at 12.30pm. People were trying to harrass us about hotels again, so we stomped off up a steep hill to get away from them and get our bearings.
The first hotel we went to (Posada Honduras) was OK, but very expensive. Having walked so far to get to it, we agreed and left our bags in our room while we went to an ATM. However, on our way back we enquired at the hotel next door, and finding it was cheaper, we decided to stay there instead. We went back to the first hotel to tell them we had changed our minds and to collect our bags. They were obviously displeased, but we didnt understand what they said so we just ran away. We spent the rest of the day checking out the different tours offered by companies in town. One company that we arrived at was asked the unanswerable question by Charlie "¿Hola es Monarcas Travel?". Instead of asking "Where is Monarcas Travel?", he accidently said "Hello is Monarchas Travel". Luckily the lady spoke perfect English and gracefully glazed over the glaring mistake.
We went through a tour company as we wanted animals that weren´t lame, old or too thin (at least not to start with). The horse kulak was late so we managed to squeeze a free coffee out of the company. We were then led to our awaiting steeds. They were much smaller than there English counterparts and were trained Western Style. We were encouraged to mount the horses. Lisa´s was a white mare called ´Chica Loca` (Mad Girl)! Charlie´s horse was a brown stallion whose name was never disclosed. We rode up on a path by the side of a river that climbed up a steep rocky hill. The horses had no commands from us apart from a little bit of turning. Lisa was most put out to find that they did not respond to any English Style commands and Charlie found that rising trot would only stop the horse from trotting – but it still left him a little more comfortable.
We stopped in a small village where the locals had handmade corn dollies for sale. They were made out of brightly coloured maize leaves and all looked quite sinister. We got carried and bought quite a few. Some lucky readers may find some coming through the post box very soon. We also found some women weaving but their items were too expensive for us and were covered in grasshoppers.
After our delightful local immersion interlude, we returned home on the horses. In the afternoon, we went to an internet cafe that had a book exchange, which once again was robbed blind, this time by followng a perfectly executed pre-formulated plan.
We returned home and packed ready to move on again in a bid to escape the rain.
Final thoughts: Nice enough town but too much rain and too many hills.
Not a great deal to do. Looking forward to getting to the beach.
Marks out of 10 = 6
Next Time…………… Tela
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