I got into Antigua last night at 9pm and booked into the Black Cat Hostel, which had beds that were the opposite of the bus seats, but the huge free breakfast made up for it. At 789 Lempira, it was definitely out of my normal price range, but it was nicer than any bus or plane I have ever been on, with steward service, free sandwiches and drinks, along with the comfiest bus seats that leaned almost all the way back. I was NOT going to spend another day in Copan so I splurged and took the Hedman Alas bus to Antigua. The next day I FINALLY got my package at about 1pm, but all the cheap shuttles had already left. Running at 60 Lempira, it was the most expensive beer in town, but it was well worth it (and it worked out to a mere $3 Canadian dollars, so is probably the least I will ever pay for a German microbrew). Alyssa was from Bavaria, so she was ecstatic to have some "proper" beer for once. It was run by a German fellow who imported his hops directly from Bavaria. As it was not yet 9pm, Alyssa went to get Merion and I brought them to a great bar I had found the other night. They waited until we were done all six before running off into the night. After that, every time I finished a can, she ran up with her little bag so I could put it in. At first I thought they were just curious but then one of them got bold and asked me for my can. Two little girls sat watching us intently as we drank. We got a six pack and sat drinking in the central square as the citizens of Copan played with their kids and the sun set.
There were several Americans in my hostel so I joined them for the first half, but I don't really follow NFL so I left to meet Alyssa instead. On Superbowl Sunday every American within driving distance of Copan congregated at the only pizza place in town and sat down in front of the flat screens brought in for the event. Yet another unexpected and surreal night in Central America. I think they were friends with the guy who ran the place- after a couple of beers they launched into several out-of-tune numbers, at which point my Honduran paramour tried to get me to dance.
#Detours boogie bag full#
They had just finished their shift at a local hotel and were still in full costume. Later in the evening a mariachi band randomly showed up, doubling the occupancy of the bar. This version was a teacher and volunteer but he has also been a pilot or mechanic or chef, depending on my mood. The imaginary boyfriend comes in very handy when I have to explain to love-struck Honduran fellows at the bus stop why I am walking around by myself. A local guy sat down beside me and proclaimed his love, but I tactfully brought up my (imaginary) boyfriend who hadn't come out with us that night. At the bar was a friendly lady and her husband passing out beer for a mere 22 Lempiras (compared to 35 at Via Via). It didn't have a name, but there was a picnic table and a pile of vegetables in sacks in the corner. The other couple decided that there must be a cheaper place for beer and we eventually ended up at this local hole-in-the-wall attached to someones home. They were hanging out with another German couple at the local tourist bar, Via Via. On Thursday night I ran into my German friends from Utila, Alyssa and her boyfriend Merion. I did have a couple of interesting evenings, though. I spent most of the last week sleeping in, reading and drinking beer in Copan as I waited. Having been stuck in Copan for 6 days waiting for my eternally delayed DHL package, I am finally out of Honduras and merrily typing away in an Internet cafe in Antigua.
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