Eyes bugged out of heads and jaws (literally) dropped upon news I was traveling to Honduras. Completely alone.
“It’s so dangerous!”
“Why would you go there?!”
“Get out of there as fast as you can.”
As it turns out, I had planned to enter San Pedro Sula Airport and then take a bus directly to Copan Ruinas, my ultimate destination. I’m not one too freak out too much about traveling, having flown since I’ve was a toddler, but as a sole female traveler, the numerous warnings about San Pedro Sula were slightly unnerving.
Thankfully, everything turned out fine: I landed, went to the Herman Alas bus counter inside the miniscule airport and picked up my online, prepaid ticket. A half hour later, I was on an air-conditioned bus with free water bottles to Copan Ruinas, or so I thought…