Goodbye Sambo

After returning to Sambo Creek, we took a taxi to La Ceiba where we boarded a bus for San Pedro Sula.  Waiting for the bus to arrive, which was of course was running on customary local time, aka:  late, we had our first run-in with an ATM, which was faulty, and bought a dinner fit for kings from a gas station.  At least the bus was luxury, and with only six other people other than ourselves in a plush mass-occupancy vehicle, we were able to sprawl out and enjoy the back seat with privacy.

Bus liners are distinctly characterized in Honduras.  Hedman Alas is country-wide, and recommended though more expensive than the chicken buses.  (They have a proper name, I just don’t know them.)  The chicken buses are very cheap, public, low quality, take double the amount of time for all of their stopping, and highly discouraged for travelers to take due to danger levels.  It is not uncommon for armed men to board these buses and rob passengers.