I'm packing my bags for the misty mountains...
February 25th 2011 We did, in fact, see Honduras. From Perquín there was an atmospheric drive through the mountains on a rickety bus – quiet, haphazard villages emerged out of a thick mist, hard working women and rugged blokes with hand tooled and decorated leather machete scabbards watched as we rolled past. The mist was so thick at times it flowed in through the cracks in the windows like smoke. Albeit chilly
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