We had a delightful time in Tegucigalpa with our next hosts. We found a guy Mario on our work exchange website, and he more or less told us that he was trying to introduce his father to the type of travel and work exchange that he does when he and his girlfriend Sandra travel around. So he set his dad up as a host to have helpers come and stay on his family banana farm and help out.
When we first arrived, we knew very little about Tegucigalpa and Honduras. Honestly, I had only ever heard of Tegucigalpa after we had found our host. We arrived later in the evening that we had expected, and when we tried to walk away from the bus station to find WiFi to contact our host Mario, we were stopped very firmly by several cab drivers. I, of course, thought they were just trying to get money out of us. Having just come from another country, we had none of the local currency (bad move #1). We are now struggling at the mercy of my Spanish (bad move #2), to tell the drivers that we have no Honduran cash, and just need WiFi to contact our host. Long and stressful, and slightly scary, story made shorter: the driver took us to the big City Mall and we waited in the food court for our new host.
Being that we arrived so late, they offered to put us up in their family home for the night and head to the farm house in the morning. Arriving at their home, we met the whole gang. The younger brother and his girlfriend they told us to just call them “ositos” (meaning little bears), and Mom and Dad we met as well. I particularly loved when each of them told us “they did not speak very good English”, but in reality, they spoke better than most native speakers I know. Obviously, going around talking to this Honduran Little Bear, only made me miss Ana more. I hope my desk is treating you well girl! 😉
(Up at El Picacho, looking down at the sprawling Tegucigalpa)
The next morning our host Ramon (dad) took us up to a national park high above the city call Picacho, that had spectacular views of Tegucigalpa and the sister city that it shares a river with. We got to spend time in the lovely park, getting an up close view of the famous brother statue of El Cristo Redentor.
I loved seeing all over the park and the city, these “air plants” you can find in the States. They grow all over the place here, and are more like parasite plants than tropical novelties. They grow on trees, tree trunks, gutters, power lines, pretty much anything they can stick to.
Our last few nights in Honduras, we returned to their family home and spent some time with the family. Mario and Sandra took us out with the ositos into town for some drinks and to do a few last sight-seeing locations. I am telling you, tropical cocktail drinks in an actual tropical country put to SHAME the “tropical” cocktails found anywhere else. I can’t even waste words trying to describe how amazing they were. We then took a last look at the city from the Plaza de Espana on the opposite side of the city from where we started. It was a lovely visit with some even more wonderful people.