Two borders, one day- Honduras


We hit the road early and make it to the honduran border crossing.  There’s a chance we’ve read too much about the trip through honduras, because even though its only about 80km until nicaragua we’re a bit worried about it.  We’ve read countless accounts of how corrupt the country is and the last post we read described 14 checkpoints within the 80km and being stopped/harrassed/asked for bribes at several.  Most overlanders dont even think about stopping in the country, but simply drive through in a straight shot and try to navigate the 2 border crossings in a single day,  Fear/stress does not equal a good start to any border day, much less one where we might cross two. While not a skill we would strive for on our resumes, we feel like we’re getting fairly good at the whole border process now.  Mostly, this is a mindset- cant be in a hurry and cant have a specific destination in mind.  Certainly can’t expect efficiency or politeness, but keep smiling and take your time.  You can do this in about the same time without any helpers, and will save a ton of cash and stop the cycle.  Checking out of the first country means canceling the vehicle permit, then the passports.  This tends to be fairly painless, but is still slow, still requires the stressful battle with the “helpers” and feels like a long border crossing in its own right.  Our day starts, as always by weaving our way up the wrong lane past (or between) the long line of semis waiting for customs.border mayhem

honduras officialshonduras border That complete, we drive a few km to “other side” where we have to check in- and the madness starts all over.  More helpers, more ridiculously laid out government buildings, and more copies.  In the case of Honduras, lots of copies.  There is what appears to be a nice new bridge just before the crossing, but we are turned away and told to continue on- to the old rickety bridge crossing that falls just after what can only be described as a bombed out warzone.  From half falling buildings to the shrapnel of wrecked cars on the side of the’d never know that you’re in a place “welcoming” visitors to their country.  Oddly, the crowd that pounces on the bus are actually honduran officials.  The first two take our documents and leave, but as i keep an eye on them they really just stand to the side of the road waiting for everyone else to finish with us.  The second two take jen aside to ask for a tour of the bus and start talking about importing Karma.  I then get asked a lot of questions about where were from and where we’re planning to go.  All this, sadly, has nothing to do with getting into the country, just Honduras trying to figure out why tourist don’t like their country...which i would be happy to help with if they only asked.

Oddly, the officials actually escorted us down the road to where we needed to be.  how nice.  At least the usual process of walking around aimlessly looking for an unsigned buildings is out of the way.  The buildings are still unsigned, and placed in the wrong order but at least within a few buildings of one another and we eventually find both migracion and aduana (and the place for copias on the other side of the highway).  The banco however is well on the other side of the highway and down a street that looks worse than most war movie sets.  The scene of jen exchanging funds on the street anywhere else in the world would surely be mistaken for a drug deal.  Two hours and 38 copies later we are free to go.  We wonder a bit what happens with all the paper copies used in this process but as we walk out we spot a few ladies peeking out from towers of paper forts. I assume this wall is only from this morning and is a frightening indicator of what must be produced over time.  The ladies, i also assume are expert paper fort builders and are working to invent a new building system to house the masses.bomb zonemoney exchangepaper fortfumigation

I drive white knuckled for the first few km, copies of documents in one hand and telling jen what my plan is for the first corrupt policia asking for a bribe.  We have backup plans of course, but it's better if we both go in with the same general plan of action.  We soon loosen up and jen even gets comfortable enough to go in the back to make a snack.  We both start doing the math in our heads and are afraid to say anything for fear of jinxing it, but theres no way we are on track for 14 checkpoints unless they all happen at the end.  We make it almost halfway through honduras before getting stopped and the policia barely asks where we are going before giving us each a firm handshake and telling us to enjoy our day.  Were baffled.  Maybe the honduran government has finally figured out what all the other central american countries have...that smiling happy (unbribing) policia might actually bring in more tourism dollars?  Maybe a memo went out earlier this week...

Another half hour or so later we come to a dead stop.  Trucks and cars piled as far as the eye can see, but the car ahead of us moves into the left hand lane and starts driving by the trucks- much like we do when nearing a border so i follow.  This goes well until oncoming traffic meets our pack and we have to pull off the left roadside to allow the traffic by on our right.  The mayhem taking over feels very legit and the only policia we can make out are either gathered talking about the situation or standing in the middle of the road snapping photos with their phones..  We eventually see traffic in our original lane start to move and weave through the lane of oncoming traffic to merge back into the correct lane.  Turns out the holdup is hundreds of busses parked untidily on either side of the highway, which stops anything more than one lane of traffic flow.  We had heard earlier that there was some kind of protest today, but apparently all busdrivers in the country are having a bit of a work stoppage.bus strikebus strike2

Our assumption is that the reason we haven’t seen any cops is that they are preoccupied with managing the bus driver coup...but we’ll take it no matter what the cause (and really hope that if the foretold memo hasn’t gone out, that it does before our next drive-through).  Regardless...we make it through the country with only 2 checkpoints- one with a firm handshake and another with only a wave- unbelievable.

We approach the Nicaraguan border but get waved over by a policia and his pals less than 200m from the actual aduana.  Knew it was too good to be true.  He asks for our papers and will not accept copies.  He begins some type of show and tell to each of his friends constantly shaking his head about how we don’t have the right things (despite the fact we handed him exactly the documents he requested). His english-speaking friend (presumably there to play the good-cop role and explain what has gone wrong and how much we are supposed to pay to resolve the situation) doesn’t do him any favors.  He instead seems to like us and the bus.  He asks if we saw him on the highway and we remember passing he and his buddy on a moped a few times and exchanging waves and smiles.  Good thing.  The cop continues the show but his buddy confirms that our docs look fine so we grab our papers and continue on.  I can’t imagine having gone through that 14 times in the last two hours, much less without the good cop turning legit.

We pull ahead to the actual “border” and things get crazy.  I cant wrap my head around who comes up with these borders. The highway splits into two one-way streets separated by a large median.  In order to get to the government building we have to actually drive the wrong way down the left fork dodging oncoming traffic until reaching the parking lot where we can exit E and head in for paperwork.  We walk past buildings that were clearly used for bomb target practice to unmarked buildings until finding a few desks sitting outside.  Seriously, yourself a favor and spend a few dollars on a marketing firm.  Tourists are NOT attracted to warzones, and this image isn’t helping your already tattered reputation.

stampslittle helperskarma check 2karma checkEven the desks don’t have signs but there is stamping/signing going on which looks official, and we finally get a head nod of confirmation.  Passports good we then have to find aduana, which is in the next building over but not on the side facing us, of couse... on the far side facing jungle and rubble.  Again no signs and no open windows.  Only after following traces of cold air escaping from a slit in the wall, bending down to hip height and peeking through a window do we finally see a set of hands typing and eventually get someone to crank a window open half way and help us.  We walk back and forth across the highway to make copies and when done have to complete the drive up the wrong-way fork until finally merging with traffic in the right direction.

We are feeling great but before getting to the Nicaraguan side another official asks to see our docs.  He takes a look and all is fine, but then hands them to a policia who seems to notice things are missing and makes us pull over.  The official moves on to others but the policia wont return our docs.  In this case the good-cop in in cahoots and we don’t have an ally.  They play the game for a while, but finally give up and hand us our docs back, not sure why as no money changed hands.  We talk to a couple of new friends later that weren’t so lucky...

Once on the Nicaraguan side, things seem much different-  one building, migracion and aduana connected by a single hallway, bank at the far end... it almost seemed like modern day.  Everything complete, we grab our docs and hustle out trying to make the beach before sunset.  It’s now 4:30.  Thats 2 hours driving in El Salv, 2 hours driving in Honduras and almost 5hours of border tedium between the two.  There’s a day of our lives we wont try to recreate, but we understand it could have been far worse.  The couple we saw at both ends happens to crash at the same hostal as us and between bribes, helper payments and actual border fees, our $60 day cost them more like $360. ouch.crowdtraffic jamwe did it