I have postponed my flight to Cook Islands for another week. I guess I needed more personal time to stay in Costa Rica to get my bearings, but more so, attend to more pressing business. As the plane whisked me away from Tegulcigalpa (I am still amazed how I easily got to pronounce it the first time), I realized that I have enjoyed my time in Honduras immensely and is now missing the place.
I personally think that the bad rep the country has been getting was borne more from paranoia and from watching too much news. The danger is there, but it’s all overrated. As the cities can be a rough and savage place to be, the provinces are an entirely different matter. Rural Honduras is charming and beautiful. The people are kind and simple in the best possible way. The beaches are more wild and brimming with marine life. The Mayan relics are as mystifying as the ones I have seen in Peru. Each part of Honduras offers something that appeals to the traveler in me. The hard rough exterior of the country only belies the richness that it hides beneath its waters, forests and wilderness.
But before I begin sounding like a lovesick baboon, I stop myself and emotionally leave the country behind. The miles upon miles of forested paths we hiked. The iguanas waiting to be made into stew. All the majestic beaches we explored. And of course, the beautiful Honduran ladies I have met who have all been so charming to me the whole time of my stay. They are great memories of my visit. And I mean to revisit them someday.
So till we meet again, Honduras. May the next adventure be as inspiring as the last.
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