Things I Miss about Honduras

blue door sky

I’ve said it once, I’ll say it again: The sky is bluer in Honduras.


This post was written just two weeks after I returned to the US after eight months in Honduras in 2011. It definitely still brings some seriously sentimental feelings back to my heart-place.

I’ve been “home” for just over two weeks now, and the absence of The Little Things is already making its mark on me.

  • Food vendors hustling their wares down the bus aisle or down the street, calling out their offerings in a monotone chant: “ELOTEEEEEPOLLOARROZPOLLITOELOTEEEEEE” “PIÑAFRESKITAQUIEREPIÑAPIÑAAAA” “TAJADAAATAJADAQUIERETAJADITAAAA”
  • Ayudantes leaning out of chicken bus doors, yodeling the destination of their bus, “SANPEDROSANPEDROSANPEDROOOOOOO”
  • Running late for the 2pm bus to San Pedro, coming around the corner at 1:58 and knowing by the sound of the bus engine revving two blocks away that you’ve got about one minute to power-walk your ass over there before the bus driver pulls away
  • The crazy colonial-sized sidewalks of Santa Rosa, where the city’s pride in maintaining its colonial charm has also maintained its antiquated sidewalks, so skinny that two people can’t walk side by side and so close to the equally skinny streets that you don’t carry bags on your road side, for fear of getting sideswiped by a taxi’s side mirror. The sidewalks are also raised as well, making walking down the street an athletic event as you are constantly leaping down into the street and back up again if there is more than one person coming the other way.
  • The clatter of horse hooves and the tinny buzz of mototaxis down the jumbled stone streets of Ocotepeque
  • The bouncy, sorrowful melodies of rancheras and duranguenses constantly floating in the air, from one truck, pulpería, cell phone, or another.
  • Lazy afternoons of post-lunch café con pancito
  • The mountains surrounding Ocotepeque like tall, lumpy green sentinels standing guard over the town
  • Catching the sunset and a few beers at la antena de Tigo on the hill outside of town
  • Having to “agree upon” (read as: “argue about”) the fare with taxi drivers. There’s nothing like a good bartering sesh to get me fired up…thank you good sir but I’ve traveled this route like 100 times, don’t even TRY to tell me it’s $0.75 when I know it’s $0.50
  • Cab fares being $0.50-$0.75
  • Washing my dishes/body/toothbrush with sediment-filled water that vaguely resembles watered-down hot chocolate…okay so I don’t miss that one THAT much but it has its charms. It’s like a fun surprise everyday—“Will TODAY be the day that I contract a bacterial infection in my throat/intestines??”
  • On that note—under things that I decidedly DON’T miss—contracting bacterial infections in my throat and intestines.
  • And, to save the best for last, THE FOOD. This deserves a post of its own.

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