A boat ride to Puerto Barrios, a mini bus to the border, a first class bus to SPS. Here I am again. No smiles...no love. Why are people here so grim! I can´t be imagining it twice! I checked into a different hotel, but it wasn't much better than the first. Then...my bank card wouldn't work. I didn't use it last time I was in Honduras. Apparently Mastercard is the unloved child in Honduras...wonderful that I brought 2. I imagined with my savings and loans card to get some money out. I was so nervous about being in the dark soon at an ATM...that I did the math wrong and didn't get enough local currency out...but didn't realize it until the following morning. After paying my hotel, dinner, and purchasing two bus tickets the next day...I had 5 dollars in local and 20 dollars in US. I needed to cross the border just so I could use my card. I woke and got to the bus station by 4.30 AM...but the Tica bus was full. I got on a Hedman Alas at 5.45 to Tegu. I arrived in Tegu at 10.30. I heard about a cushy bus that went all the way to Managua...so I taxied to that bus station. I got a ticket for 2PM. I waited a long time. I even walked to Burger king for breakfast...and the guy there was so nice! I was glad to have a nice person before I left Honduras for good. It was probably coincidence...my people experience there...besides the two families I was with earlier were so super sweet!
We traveled for some time on the King Quality airplane like bus...flight attendant included. We were served a sandwich and chips and juice...and that was it for...11 HOURS! I arrived in Managua at 1PM. I went in on a taxi with two guys to Granada to a hostel they had a reservation with as I had none...and hoped for a hammock for the night. At two PM I had a dorm bed...in Granada!
