Back to San Pedro Sula

After heading back to the town and grabbing lunch, Regina and I started to head to our hostel to grab our bags and head to the bus station to get a ride back to San Pedro Sula. Before we could make it, we ran into Regina's peace corp friend, Ely, a former attorney from Californian, and his friend Eve, a member of the L.A.P.D. They offered to drive us to San Pedro Sula. We quickly accepted (this would be a huge improvement to the bus) and ran to the hostel to get our stuff. On the way back Ely and Eve's rental car, Regina saw a car that was the same color as theirs. It honked, so she walked over to get in. As soon as she opened the door, she realized it was not Ely and Eve, but instead two very excited Honduran men. I laughed so hard, I nearly peed my pants.

After we found the right car, it was a highly entertaining ride to San Pedro. Eve had great stories about her job, and we all talked about life and choices. It is strange how quickly you can feel comfortable around people when you are travelling. I don't know if it is because you know you don't have a lot of time to waste getting to know each other or if you just don't care what you tell the person because you doubt you will ever see them again.

In SPS, we stayed at Los Molinas. As far as I know, it is not in any guide book, but it should be. The family that runs it is so sweet and friendly. It is only three blocks away from the mall (shopping is really the only thing to do in SPS), and there is cable tv and internet. We asked if we could watch a DVD on their tv and they let us take the DVD player into our room and watch. It was so comfortable. I highly recommend it.

As I mentioned before, the only thing to do in SPS is to shop. After dropping off our stuff, we immediately headed over to the mall and spent the rest of the day shopping. The stores were kind of comical. For example, there would be a store called Rampage (or Guess or Tommy Hilfiger), but none of the clothes sold in the stores were from Rampage (or Guess or Tommy) unless they were really obvious knockoffs. I did manage to find some really cute clothes at the local boutiques, but the prices weren't nearly as good as I would expect for Central America.