Being very careful to show up on time for our flight to Honduras, we
were treated to a smooth journey right up to the point when we stepped
out into the warm sun shining onto the arrival area. There was no sign
of the driver that we'd arranged to pick us up from the airport and
drive the two and a half hours from San Pedro Sula to Copan, where we
After shaking off the feeling of deja vu and wandering aimlessly
through the airport, we solicited the services of an extremely helpful
woman at the information booth who managed, through a great deal of
sleuthing and determination, to get in touch with our travel agency.
The driver turned up just in time to avert our developing plan to find
a bus to Copan, which would have left the tour guide, whom the travel
agency had apparently arranged to send with us, sitting high and dry
back in San Pedro Sula.
Disaster averted, we rode downtown, where we met up with Eli, the
aforementioned guide. He was a friendly fellow and chatted us up on
the long drive into the mountains.