Copan!

We boarded Hedman Alas at 5.30 am Friday morning. It´s a fancy charter bus with food service and security similar to an airline. Once in Copan, we took a Thai pokpok type taxi to Cafe Via Via, a lounge cafe with a few private rooms in back. We dropped our things and walked around the tiny cobblestone streets. The town is nestled between these great rolling, green hills. I bought bbq corn off a street side vendor at the public square and we went down a side road where laundry was hanging out to dry and boys were playing soccer in the street.
Later that evening and back at the cafe, we ordered several rounds of Cuba Libre, brownies a la mode, and fell deep into a night of cards and scrabble.
Earlier, we had run into a few people we knew quite randomly: Elisa from i-to-i was in the town square here for her cousin´s wedding, a girl doing field work in biology at Utila was at our cafe and had gone to high school with Alex, and her friend had just finished yoga teachers training at Sivananda Ashram Yoga Farm where I did my work-study this winter. The next day I even met someone who will be attending uni with me this October in Herzliya.
Yesterday, in the pouring rain, we visited the ancient Mayan ruins just outside Copan. In the evening, we found ourselves at a large open patio bar on the outskirts of town. We were the only foreigners, Emma and I the only girls in the entire place, and attracting way too too much attention. Fortunately, we ran into our guide from the ruins who was beyond smashed but helped us blend in a little more from the stares and guys offering to sell us coke. We left soon after only to stagger into a small reggae club completely empty on a saturday night but with swings hanging from the ceiling as bar stools! We were all soaked from the rain and couldnt care at all.

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