Choluteca, Honduras
Anna´s entry-A little town of Choluteca, Honduras turned out to be something unexpected - well, actually, the part that happened at 1 a.m. Before I go into details, I would like to complement this small town on how friendly and welcoming people were to us. This is yet another proof for us, that to get a genuine sincerity and hospitality of locals, we had to get out of the touristy path, and find it on the outskirts of the country. What a refreshing feeling it was. We had to take a break for one night between multiple border crossings, so we picked this place just because of the location, little we knew what would happen there...
In the middle of the night, we heard loud nock on our door at a hotel we were staying at, and then we smelt something burning in the air. Still half asleep half awake, I pulled the curtain on our window, and saw HUGE flames of fire above the building ahead of us. The fire was very strong and high, so it seemed like it was right at the gate to the hotel... Rob and I grabbed our things, and ran out. Luckily, the fire was not at our building, it was right across the street, where the entire block was in flames. There was a market on the other side of the street, with lots of businesses connected as one long building, and this was where the fire was happening. We sat down on the street bewildered and puzzled with what was going on. Two fire trucks apparently did not have enough water, people were running in and out of tiendas - stores - grabbing and saving whatever they could, the whole street was filled up with locals and the military, fire started on the other block, crazy! Luckily, we were nowhere in danger, the flames were close to our hotel, but had no chance on spreading there. Finally, another fire truck with water supply arrived, and they began slowly extinguishing the fire. The next morning, pieces of burnt materials were still circulating in the air, and the whole event seemed almost surreal. Military were guarding the burnt stores, to make sure no vandalism would occur, and everything seemed to be under control. We took a bus to Salvadorian border, and shared the story with some locals on the bus.
By the way, yet again, locals were very friendly, shook our hands, smiled, wanted to talk to us, and made us feel so good - little towns in Honduras are the way to go if you want to experience a sincere hospitality and friendly attitude.
posted by Rob and Anna @ 2:13 PM
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