We sped through Honduras in 1,5 days. We hadn’t heard any good things about the country; it wasn’t save. Shops would close around 4 pm because it wasn’t safe to be on the streets after that time. And people would walk around openly with weapons. Right before the border, Linda had a flat tire again and we had to change it. When we were standing on the side of the road we were warned by a local that it wasn’t safe to be there. So we didn’t really know what to expect, just that we had to pay attention and watch our stuff.

Actually, Honduras surprised us. Almost all people were very friendly; many waved, yelled hello and they were nice and we saw many smiling faces. There’s no doubt that a lot of the things we heard about it being unsafe are true, but fortunately we didn’t notice any of that. Also not in the only town we stayed for the night, San Lorenzo. And shops were still open after 4 pm. The only weapons we saw were on the security personnel, but that is no different from all the countries before.

Honduras doesn’t seem much poorer than the other countries, although there are a lot less and a lot less expensive cars driving around than Nicaragua. In the town of Choluteca there even was an American type mall and the town seemed very westerly. But street life was like the other poorer countries, lots of vendors and also markets.

Honduras had the honor of being the country where we had our first broken spoke. We left San Lorenzo on time, but after only 4 kms (2,5 miles) we heard a sound and then a rattle. Ronnie had a broken spoke! A spoke of the strongest wheel of the bikes broke! Fortunately we were right across from a gas station so we had a good spot to fix the wheel. And we got help from the personnel of the gas station.