The Honduras immigration and customs offices were barren. Literally nobody but us. Probably 45 minutes to get our passports stamped and bikes imported ($35/each for bikes, $3/passport).

This was rather funny. After I got my passport stamped I grabbed a free map of Honduras. Alex asked to see it and opened it up. He says, “These idiots printed everything sideways!”. Struck with astonishment I told him to rotate the stupid map. “Oh, I thought Honduras was tall and narrow not so wide”. No worries Al we’ll make through whether we go east or south :)

We debated taking an off-road route in Honduras that goes through the mountains and ultimately allows us to avoid the murder capital of the world (San Pedro Sula, Honduras). Both options seeming dismal we took some advice and headed for the city. Before we got there we had to try to the Ceviche on the carribean side. Nice Yacht club on the side of the road (absolutely empty) served us shrimp ceviche but nothing that compared to La Ticla.

The road entering Honduras was really quite nice with many rivers and different bridge designs.

With weapons at the ready and intercoms on we entered San Pedro Sula. And exited 20 minutes later. Nothing like the Mex/Guat highway/city relationship. This was actually a highway with very few traffic lights that really allows you to breeze right through without entering the city center. Drivers are still crazy and potholes are more prevalent but overall I was quite happy with it. Sixty more miles of pavement and we pulled off at Lake Yoaja for the D&D Brewery.

We were turned onto this place by Marnix and Lisan and figured it couldn’t be too bad of a stop in the middle of Honduras. Found it quite easily with GPS coordinates and rolled into a tiny parking lot. Al waits with the bikes and I walk down to a small swimming pool with a kayak in it, a donkey on the side, a tuk tuk, and various other accessories and people around the pool. I knew we found the right place! I find the owner and he says, “just hold on a few we’re shooting music video….you wanna be in it.” Sure why not. After some missed takes we got a very nice cabin for the same price as the shit hole last night.

Nice cabin for the same price as the Backpackers Hostel in Rio Dulce

After we washed up we got to see the final take of the video (can’t remember the song). I chose to stand back and do a little taping as well….pretty ridiculous.

Of all of the beers I have had in Oregon this is some of the best stuff around. These guys do nice work however the food is not exceptional. First night in Honduras I would call a great success.

During our stay at the brewery we did make it to a coffee plantation which wasn’t very impressive but they had some rickety bridges and neat flowers.

I believe this is some device that removes the coffee bean from the pods. Not sure on that just a guess. I really just liked the perforated copper drum….don’t see this everyday.


Woke up, had some amazing coffee at the brewery and planned to stay an additional night. Quickly found out that they were completely booked up for the weekend so we set out to see a waterfall that was quite impressive.

On our return to the Brewery it started pouring rain on us and we were completely soaked. First real rain of the trip (besides my trip to Lake Atitlan). Checked the weather and it called for 2 more days of hard rain. I wasn’t willing to stay here for 3 days and coaxed Alex (against his will) to ride it out all the way to our next border town of Choluteca, Honduras. By the time we loaded up the rain subsided and we had a nice ride for the first 2/3’s of the trip. The last third was through an extremely hot desert/mountainous terrain. Just drove all the way through so now we are ready to cross into Nicaragua tomorrow morning. Can’t say I saw anything in Southern Honduras that caught my eye besides about 30 KTM yielding yahoos going the opposite direction just north of Tegucigalpa.

Quickly found the hotel that I researched the previous evening and settled down for a rest and internet duties.


Time for another border crossing!! Roll out of the hotel on an empty stomach with high hopes of a painless border crossing for lunch in Leon, Nicaragua.

First thing you notice (or feel) is the last 20 miles of the CA-1 highway before exiting Honduras. It looks like a meteor shower recently pummeled the highway leaving large craters for unsuspecting motorcyclists. Oncoming traffic is bobbing & weaving all over while you are trying to overcome the big rigs blocking your view of said holes. Many spots have trees hanging over the highway leaving Paul Bunyan’s (if he were to golf) divot marks hidden from view. I just eenie meenie miny mo left or right and gas the throttle pulling up on the bars hoping for the best outcome.


Arriving at the border we got the usual money exchangers and also other folks that speak decent English that want to “help” you locate all the facilities and guide you through the process. I figure I can make an attempt on my own and then come back if I fail. Just about to pass immigration we are flagged down by another one of these guys on a moto. He takes me to the counter and I get my passport stamped out of Honduras. Then we walk to the other building and he gets my bike exported from Honduras with another stamp to the passport. All finished up he went to get Alex….didn’t even ask for any money. And for that I gave him a reasonable tip which he much appreciated.

Alex had been waiting for me watching the bikes swarmed by children bagging for money. Al gave them some change so when we swapped positions they weren’t going anywhere. I don’t do handouts except for very rare occasions and these kids were well fed….no soup for you. When Al got back to the bikes some women were pushing us to pay $12 for something that said Segura Central America Travel. Safe travel?? What the hell is this! “dude it’s importing your bike to Nicaragua on the Honduran side….I read about this somewhere”. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOK. They took our money and after recording info from our DL’s and Title/Reg they gave us a receipt.

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