25th of june

after long hours of packing and hardly any sleep it was time to get on the plane and hit the road or more like hit the air, because marianne and i were facing some 24h of travelling. check-in in helsinki was smooth and reliable, whether we´d see our luggage in miami was however unsure thanks to the effective paris airport. naturally in paris everyone was mildly said unfriendly and it all resembled a big chaos. some 10h later the chaos continued in miami. we did get our luggage (as unbelivable as it sounds) which made us quite glad but the insane security control in miami makes anyone far from glad and almost makes you feel like a terrorist for just being there. once the last bit of the jorney was over however we found ourselves in san pedro sula in honduras. once again the customs and the passport control took forever with all the standard questions like "why did you come to honduras and what are you going to do here". the good news though was that our backpacks made it even to san pedro sula, so it was time to leave the airport and face a pitch black night in san pedro sula. luckily even this time things went nicely and we were taken to our hotel by the hotel taxi which came to pick us up and so we just passed out in our beds.

the first impression of san pedro sula was that the city was dark, shabby and somehow odd. this oddness it then occured to me was the fact that most of the houses have only 1 floor in them and make no sense if one is searching for some kind of architectural style common to the city´s houses. houses are relatively small huts, made out of what ever that was available at the moment of building and they are put together in a completely random order. the view is somewhat depressing at first. a lonely horse by the side of the road near one house exacerbated this feeling.