A pleasant mile walk to the ruins on a lovely paved sidewalk. Guides were perched outside their hut. One approached us, talking about the tours available. We asked “Do you know Juan Carlos?” “No, I don’t.” We paused, not sure what to do. “Oh, well, yes actually, he’s my cousin.” In these towns everybody is everybody’s cousin. We said, “He was recommended. Is he here?” He answered, “No, he isn’t here now.” Which was technically true, if he meant that Juan wasn’t actually standing here in front of us. Actually, Juan was there inside the hut twenty feet away. Eventually, we got Juan and glad we did. He was born in Copan and had been a guide for twenty years. His photo was in my souvenir guidebook. Copan Ruins The ruins were more cool than
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