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Published: March 31st 2008
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Proud New Owner #1
She has a new home Like many of the stories written in this blog, what happened today is not recommended for the everyday traveler. We will get there though, hold on. To catch everyone up me and Barton, along with Luke and Ryan, two treeplanters from Canada left Utila and drove to the HOnduran capitol of Tegucigalpa. There we found that bruins game at a british pub and watched a sold performance. The next morning all four of us rose early and headed for the Nicaraguan border. Here is where it gets good. When we got to the border we parked our car and were immeditaely ambushed by Hondurans who wanted to buy the car. I was hesistant to the legality of such a blackmarket parkinglot deal so I went ahead and got my exit stamp from Honduras. Meanwhile a man made me an offer I couldnt refuse, a full 1000 US in cash on the spot for the Subaru. NO import taxes, tarrifs, duties, or buraracray. At first we attempted to go into the customs office and make the deal legitimate but there were problems. The title to the car is in my Dads name so the officials would not sign off on the sale.
The solution to that problem was to drive back into Honduras (where I was no longer technically in according to my passport) find a lawyer who would sign off on the deal, and then sneak back across the border into Nicaragua (where I had already been stamped in). At the time this plan seemed much more legal than it probably was. So I hopped into my car with the two potential buyers in the backseat and we ripped off toward the border town, El PAraiso I think it was. We went to some guys house, I guess he was a lawyer and he wrote up a contract in long hand. My buyers then told me we were going to go make the contract official. What this really meant was that we went to an internet cafe and they typed up the contract, we all signed it and this guy hands me ten 100 dollar bills. We then hop back into the car, almost T-Bone another motorist and make it back to the border where we pull off on the side of the road, hand the man the car key and leisurly walk/jog back out of Honduras and back into Nicaragua,
Sad End to a Glorious Era
Its all I have left of her... where we were supposed to have been all along. To those of you who are considering taking a car down to central america and selling it, this is your most lucrative possibilty, it is not however recommended. Bascially we are documented as leaving Honduras, with our car, entering Nicaragua without our car, and somehow we got 1000 bucks in the process. And this story is 100 percent true, tommorow I will try to upload the last few pictures of the good old subaru wagon...
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'baru
nice...now what? fishing boat.i would go south...keep on truckin