still in copan

had a good day yesterday, met some really cool folks. mark, from england, really really nice guy, also a big mountainbiker, we had lots in commong and got on well. martin, from switzerland, cool kid, pretty funny. and jussi and milka, two crazy finnish folks who knew me from oaxaca, mexico. they like death metal, they drink and smoke like crazy, they are hilarious. yeah, this is why i travel. i also ran into beethoven vargas, who was my roomate at the hostel in zacatecas, mexico. he is an artisan, street vendor, and i saw him selling his shit on the street here. small community, always running into the same folks.

copan is a small colonial type town, small central park, stores, bars, a few expats, nothing much. its kinda laid back, not too many tourists, not overflowing, but a steady trickle of them coming and going. the ruins are the big deal, the main attraction, and the access to the guatemalan border. on my trip so far, i have met MANY people who firmly believe in the 2012 predictions of the mayans, that the system and world as we know it will come to an end. not the end of the world, but the end of the system. people also think the mayans came up with the calendar here in copan, hence the importance of the ruins. im still not gonna go see them.

tomorrow i will head out to gracias, then possibly up to the beach and to utila, the island, where i will learn to dive. i'm not really a water guy, but fuck it, learning to dive will give me something to do, and if i get good, i could always work as at a dive school or something. another skill that will get me nowhere.

yeah, so far i am digging honduras.