Getting In
We all met at the lobby of the hotel at 4:30 am with our bags to take a shuttle to the airport. Max and I had 2 big duffle bags each with no wheels, a backpack each (with lots of books in them) and the laptop bag. It was hard to take all that stuff anywhere. In the morning there was a huge mountain of luggage from the 30 volunteers and we all made our way as best we could with our stuff to the shuttle and then on to the airport. We couldn’t fit all of the luggage in the shuttle and had to divide the group into two trips. I went on the first one with some of our luggage and Max took the second with the rest. It was an adventure just to get to the airport.
The trip to Miami was uneventful, and we ate lunch while we waited for the flight to Tegucigalpa. On the trip to Honduras we flew over Cuba and one of the Bay Islands… both great views. Landing in Tegucigalpa was like riding a rollercoaster… a lot of ups and downs and quick turns as we made our way through the mountains and onto the landing strip with a bounce and a thud. You could hear people in the plane ohhhing and ahhing and everybody clapped when we landed safely. I have to admit I felt a little sick to my stomach during the landing. More amazing than the ups and downs of the landing was the view of Tegucigalpa. It is a huge vibrant city filled with a sea of wood, brick, or adobe houses all with tin roofs. Only a few of the buildings in the parts of the town we could see were above two or three stories. Once at the airport we were greeted by a Peace Corps team that helped us get our luggage, go through immigration and customs, collected medical forms from us, gave us name tags, fed us sandwiches (ham & cheese or peanut butter and jelly) with fruit and drinks, and loaded us in a yellow, green, red, and blue bus to Siguatepeque, our training town. The ride from Teguc to Sigu was a great opportunity to see some of Honduras and get our first impressions of the country. We will tell you more of that next time.