On our way up to San Pedro, we had to wait for maybe 10 minutes. On the way back, it was more like 20 or 25 minutes, but we still considered ourselves lucky.
From Comayagua, no matter which direction you drive, you are shortly in the mountains, since we sit in a valley. Driving in the mountains, here, is so much different than in the States. First, there's no guard rail. Well, almost never. Then, there's passing other vehicles. Here, you pass on blind curves, just because you can. Never mind if you can't see and it's only a two-lane highway, and there are big trucks and buses on the road, or that when you can see, two cars are coming straight at you. You pass. Never mind that you're in a construction zone and you have an eight inch drop off on one side of you, with no guard rail and a long way down the mountain. You pass. Never mind that on the other side of the lane you have re-bar spikes sticking out of the raised lane, kind of like the chariot in "Ben Hur", ready to tear your tire and car to shreds. You pass. Never mind that if the re-bar isn't sticking straight out from the concrete slab, it's sticking straight up like a villainous stop stick. You pass.
So, yesterday we got to trust God to get us to San Pedro Sula and back. Today, I got to learn more about trust by going to Tegucigalpa with Hermes. More mountains, more turns, more twists, more physics-defying car passing! But, apparently it all had a happy ending, because here I am, sitting home and writing about it.
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