tegucigalpa

woke up early again and made my way down to honduras´s capital. the bus i took was nicer than any other i´ve taken before (including in the US and europe) - a company called hedman alas. drinks and snacks served aboard, as well as music like an airplane and fully reclining seats. security was a bit overboard though, taking digital photos of every passenger and searching every bag.

stayed in the central part of the city, instead of the crappier area near the bus stations - turned out to be quite nice. walked around town, which was quite bustling, like a third world newcastle upon tyne with a closed off area for pedestrians and plenty of shops. saw a homeless man with all his toes on his right foot freshly chopped off. went to the art museum in town to pass time, i wasw the only visitor, so had my personal security guard following me around. the hostel was quite bare, as nothing really of note in the tegucigalpa. some street kid came in and tried teaching us a card game, which 1. didnt make sense 2. he/she played for all three of us 3. taught in rapid street spanish we couldnt understand.