Border Crossing! Honduras to Nicaragua at Las Manos – 20220803

Border crossing day! Drove from Valle de Angeles straight through to Las Manos. Slightly nervous as always to cross the border.

So far an easy process. On the Honduras side I got stamped out of one window and handed them the Honduras document at another window. They wanted me to fill out an exit form so I did. Then I continued on and right past the border the Nicaraguans waved me over. They took documents into a little hut just to look at them I guess? Passport, license, registration, and title. They kept telling me my title had expired and I kept explaining that it hadn’t. What I was most nervous about was that the registration does expire in 5 days. I thought maybe they wouldn’t let me in with that little time left.

I then went to a little building where they checked my covid vaccine. They gave me a little slip of paper which I took to immigration right past the covid hut. They took the slip of paper, passport, and asked to see the form I filled out the week prior.

The cost was $13. Yes, they do not accept their own currency. Only US dollars. Then I had to go back to the little front hut. They then told me to drive down to “the tree” and “la niña” and so I drove down like 5 seconds until a lady waved me over. She pointed to some guy who then sprayed the bike real quick. I don’t have a clue what it does. But it was kind of funny watching him walk around fighting ghosts.

Then she wanted to look through my things. She found my gopro and could just not wrap her head around it. She must have asked me 100 questions about it. An official then came over who was clearly drunk and kept asking me about it. I just straight up ignored him until he went away. She asked if I had a drone and I said no. I would only find out later that drones are illegal in Nicaragua.

This lady was the biggest hardass I’ve ever had at a border. Thank God she didn’t find my drone.

She then told me to head back to aduana where I’m at now. They wanted license, title, and immigration form and passport

They gave me a form that lets me enter Nicaragua for 30 days. I then went on to the next roadblock. They wanted to see the receipt, registration and license. They then told me I needed insurance which would cost $12. There was also a guy there that sold me some stupid piece of paper that cost a dollar. Some tourist BS. Easily the most annoying border crossing so far. They again asked if I had a drone and I said no. Why is the insurance guy asking me? Feels scammy.

I finally got going and immediately noticed how different Nicaragua was from Honduras. Almost the whole road from the border to Esteli was flawless. I rode fast and comfortable. No stress of trying to dodge pothole after pothole.

I also noticed how much better people took care of their stuff and how sparse it was. Perhaps the population is much lower or they live more on the coast. I stopped to eat a very late lunch and the people were so nice and the food was so good. Some kind of chicken mixed with yucca and chicharrón with some kind of coleslaw mixed in.

I ended up staying at a place called Albergue something. It’s only 400($11) and I got a room with 3 beds. Super cozy and the wifi is actually pretty damn good. Tomorrow I will try to voyage deeper into the mountains.

Rest day in Tegucigalpa – 20220802

Yesterday I just chilled in Tegucigalpa and got some much needed errands done. First I drove to the main park to see what was there and was planning to possibly stop at a motorcycle shop, hardware store, or grocery store on the way. I saw none of them so I continued on and got sucked into the black hole that is downtown Tegucigalpa. The people there constantly walk around as if they were just caught out of their houses. There is an air of danger, caution, and stress at all times. I’ve been told over and over how dangerous Honduras is and how dangerous Tegucigalpa is.

But if feels like all in all it’s mostly a remnant of the past. I haven’t heard of any recent murders, and when they talk about people shooting people from motorbikes I get the feeling it’s anarchy from years ago.

Anyways. I immediately felt the stress of the downtown area and after about 30 minutes walking around I could not take it anymore and took the quickest route to Donkey where I hopped on and didn’t feel any less stress trying to find a shop.

I eventually found a motorcycle shop on the side of the road so pulled over and asked them if they could put some air filter oil on my air filter. They told me immediately that it was not important, I said it was, and then they told me to wait. I had no idea what I was waiting for but while waiting a guy came over with his Las Vegas hat to practice his English with me.

We baked in the sun as he regurgitated what he knew about the US and then a young kid with scars all over his hands came over and asked me how I already knew how to work on my moto. Then he kindly offered to take me around that night to explore Tegucigalpa. He started telling me how he just got back from the US as he pulled his pant leg up and showed me his nice titanium leg and banged a wrench against it saying how great the US was to give him the new leg. I asked him what happened and I already knew the answer as he said, “motorcycle accident.” I was amazed to hear he still loved and rode motorcycles all the time.

I then went to a hardware store where I got some much needed hardware to get the rear cargo thing to stick back on the way it should. I found this morning that The entire cargo rack was being held on by 1 bolt and should have 4. While I was at it I changed some brake pads out to find that once again I way overwore them down. They wore unevenly so I could not tell it was metal on metal.

I then rested the entire rest of the day.

Desayunos with Illegal Immigrants, Ride Towards Tegucigalpa, the Capital of Honduras – 20220730

I woke up at Hotel La Esparanza and went to breakfast across the street at the recommended comedor. I ordered one desayunos tipico and sat at a table after saying buen provecho to everyone in the comedor as per Latino procedure and custom. Everyone immediately forgave me for being a gringo.

I sat and started going through my Spanish flashcards when I saw some people I recognized from the hotel walk in and sit at the table next to me. A young girl and a guy. I asked them where they were from assuming they were headed to the US like the woman I had talked to the night before and they said they were from Venezuela as well.

They repeated to me same story as the girl from the night before told me. That Venezuela is awful right now and the journey was tough and asking me how much people make per hour in the US. We chatted a little bit and then I got up and paid for myself and them. It cost me a whopping $4 for their entire bill but I knew how much a small act like that can raise the morale of a weary traveler.

I then packed my things and drove off to Tegucigalpa, the capital. I’m mostly just stalling as I’m not supposed to enter Nicaragua before the 1st due to some weird-*ss paperwork thing that you need to fill out at least a week prior to entry.

It was a pretty drive of deciduous trees and got a little chilly for the first time in a long while. I’m renting an Airbnb for about $30 per night and tomorrow I hope to clean the bike, get some oil for the filter, and explore just a little bit.