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a haven in the hills – Valle de Angeles, Honduras
Ela and I bade farewell to Lowell and Mayra, our friends in Santa Elena who so kindly hosted us for a needed week of rest, and headed to a small town near the capital, Tegucigalpa. Valle de Angeles is a quiet, green, artsy pueblo tucked away in the mountains 45 minutes of winding, two-lane highway…
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attitude is everything – Tapachula, Mexico
We have learned not to trust the GPS estimates of travel times. In these jungle mountain roads, 60 kilometers can easily take three hours to traverse. Sudden rain, topes, large trucks, livestock, potholes, the inexplicable disappearance of a road, wrong turns, confusing signage, etc. – all add up. We got halfway to Tapachula dipping up…
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red tape at the border – Chiapas, Mexico
We woke early and made our way deeper into Mayan lands, stopping for breakfast at a lovely little restaurant with a stunning view of a valley bursting with cornstalks. One gets the sense that all you’d have to do is throw a handful of seeds, and the next day, your harvest would be ready to…
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the sun’s anvil – Sonora, Mexico
We arrived at the border town of Nogales and filled up the gas tank. Fuel in Arizona is significantly cheaper than once you cross into Mexico – an incongruous thought when you consider per-capita earnings and the value of the Peso to the US Dollar. We changed currency at the bank and Ela shot some…
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last week on ‘reverse caravan’
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