The Pan-American amounts to only a pinch of coastal Honduras, far from the population centers and any tourists. Follow Gary’s arrow down to our only stop on his map: San Lorenzo. We’d press on to Nicaragua and yet another border but for the rain. It’s too hot to sleep inside the un-airconditioned camper so we suffer through some dubious motel art.
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