HP2 and I were pretty much in agreement- we didn’t want to linger in Central America. So far it had been fine- almost perfect- with nothing in the way of real hassles and generally excellent roads. We wanted a bit more adventure, a bit more of the feeling of exploring some remote part of the world. The problem with Central America is that since it’s so small you can’t really do that in any real way. Sure, you can go and take tough roads- heck there are endless miles of excellent off-tarmac fun to be had. But, they’re just detours around or to somewhere you can reach on tar or well graded roads. As a long distance rider, the real thrill of tough riding is knowing that there isn’t any other way to get there- that if you want to make that route, you have to push your way through that bitch of a road- otherwise, what’s the point?
So, Nicaragua was fast- a couple of days and we were done. Honduras was the same- to a point. There we started hitting some ruins we wanted to checkout, so before we left, we hit the classic- The Copan Ruins.
We’d had a day of puffy clouds and bright sunlight riding in. As we approached the ruins, the weather came in- hard and fast. The lashing rain was strong enough that even with all our lights on full we had to crawl around corners in order to make them and not end up in the ditches. Arriving in the hilled and cobblestoned town of Copan Ruinas we made our way around looking for a place to stay. It was the most dangerous riding we’d done in days- slick, foot wide cobbles, on steep streets while riding very heavy bikes is a recipe for disaster. Luckily, while trucks where spinning their tyres tying to get around the hills, we were able to ride the gaps between the stones and so, find a place to stay.
Well, we did manage to find a great place, not only were they honestly friendly, when we asked about parking out bikes they suggested a wonderfully dry and secure location.
The next day it was off to the ruins.
I won’t go into details about the trip and pretty much just let the pics explain everything. Amazing!
Though I understand that the site needs to be preserved, the way they are going about it looks like it will take all the wonder and mystery away and create something that is no longer a part of the jungle and it’s history, but a clean face for mass tourism.
Despite years of researchers pouring over the area, I think I might have made a discovery. At a temple site used for sacrifices, I’m sure this statue was used to keep the children in order-and the fear their descendants still have proves it!
Remember- clowns were evil then, and clowns are evil now.