Showing posts with label Honduras. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Honduras. Show all posts

07 May 2012

Gallivanting in Guatemala and Honduras: Food on the Road

I have reached roughly the mid-point of my travel blogs relating to Guatemala and Honduras. As a little intermezzo, I am blogging about food I had while I was on the road. And as you will notice, ((re)fried) beans are featured heavily in Guatelaman and Honduran cuisine. It is heavily featured that at some point, I actually got sick of it, and gave in when I saw a McDonald's. But, let's not talk about that for the moment.

03 March 2012

Gallivanting in Honduras: Copán

Copán is a town that reminds me of Cuzco, Peru. The atmosphere is the same, yet it is definitely way smaller. You have the cobblestone streets, and it seems that time has stopped, and that you and the rest of the town still hasn't arrived in the 21st century.

28 February 2012

Gallivanting in Honduras: Copán Ruinas

I haven't been to any Mayan site before. Thus, I only had an idea of what to expect in Copán. Heck, I just arrived in Guatemala, and here I am, in another country, exploring a Mayan site.

23 February 2012

Gallivanting in Honduras: Macaw Mountain Bird Park

You know how many people want a bird for a pet? This colorful bird, with splendid colorful feathers, in a cage? That's cute, right? Except when people don't want it anymore. This is where Macaw Mountain Bird Park comes in. This bird sanctuary is actually inhabited with several different species of macaws, toucans, parrots, and other interesting avian animals, that used to be pets, and yet somehow, their owners don't want them anymore.

20 February 2012

Gallivanting in Guatemala (and Honduras)

So my trip to Guatemala and Honduras has finally come to a close. It has been a fun trip, I have learned a lot, and I can't wait to go back. If someone would ask me whether I would do a trip that long again, I would definitely say yes.

19 February 2012

Knowing a Country

There are a few instances in which one can say that one has known a country. Of course, we can be living in the country in which we were born, and yet we make no effort to see what is in store of this country. Then, we can also visit a country and be a tourist for a week or two, but can we really say that we have known a country, just by visiting it and scratching the surface?