If you look on a map, you'll see how Copan Ruinas is barely in Honduras. It's not like we were in Tegucigalpa, the capital, or in la Miskitia, the rugged swampy wilderness comprising the eastern half of the country.
Copan Ruinas is a cute colonial town, complete with cobblestone streets, hilly views, the important town square, and too many tourists for us.
It is the main staging spot for tourist trips to the Copan ruins, so what should we have really expected?
When we got to town we headed for a spot that Corrie had read about that was run by a Belgium couple. It was called the Via Via. We made it there only to find out that the private rooms were full, but if we wanted a pair of hostel beds...
Uh, no. Not this time around. We exited and ended up across the street at Don Moises'. They had private rooms, and they showed us the three that were available. Each had a television, private bathroom, and agua caliente--meaning a hot shower--which was always more of a suggestion than a promise.
We chose the room farthest from any type of action; we wanted the quiet room. The TV was maybe a 13 incher. It was fabulous.
Here are some pictures.
Don Moises place:
Like the interlocking "NY" for the Yanks or Mets, or the "LA" out here for the Dodgers, the following glyph was the symbol for Copan: zotz, the leaf-nosed bat:
The municipal government at work: changing a light bulb:
A pair of street views:
The Central Square with Corrie taking a picture:
The food was mostly okay. Rarely spectacular, but also rarely spectacularly bad.
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