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I moseyed through a city park where military officers mixed nonchalantly with a mother, her child played with a red ball around monuments twin two-wheeled machine-gunners. Honduras had no recent civil war to speak of like its neighbours. But for … Continue reading
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The bus heaved in to the terminal in Comayaguela, on the west side of the Rio Choluteca, opposite Tegucigalpa at about 10 p.m. The town this side of the river is considered “dirtier and poorer” by the oft-reliable lonely planet … Continue reading
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The bus from Estelí led to the border crossing at Las Manos, where I stepped into Honduras in mid-afternoon after a brief stop at its immigration window. The border official told me the last bus to the capital city (Tegucigalpa), … Continue reading