(^14) Gauimaca – Juticalpa - 86 kilometres
We awoke to a drizzle but it cleared and, although overcast, the rain stayed away.
Shortly outside town, the paved road once again ended. Still, as inexplicably as it
disappeared, it also reappeared, which set the day’s trend. Fortunately, the pine-
forested hills weren’t as steep as the previous days.
In Juticalpa, I searched for an ATM but no machine wanted to dispense cash, and I
was worried the card might be damaged. Ultimately, I settled for a rather expensive
hotel where one could pay by card.
Villagers informed me the road to the coast was a dirt road and near-vertical in
places. It wasn’t reassuring that they also indicated it was dangerous by pulling an
imaginary gun and pointing two fingers to their temples. The area was well known
as a drug trafficking route, but I didn’t think drug traffickers would bother us.
After all this happy news, a saunter to the supermarket revealed an ATM prepared
to spit out a few Honduran lempiras. We stocked up with food as there appeared
little along the lonely and sparsely populated 300-kilometre stretch to the coast.
leana
(Leana)
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