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24 Hours in Tegucigalpa.
The Honduran capital does not have a very good reputation. It may not be as dangerous as its northern counterpart (San Pedro Sula), after all it is only the 3rd most violent city in the world, but it is by no means a tourist-trap. Travellers either seem to be here on business, or reluctantly spending the night on their way to Nicaragua or the Bay Islands. Having been in Honduras for 9 months now, we decided that we must take the 4 hour bus journey south to see what the capital had to offer. It surprised us in so many ways. Both historical and modern, large yet beautiful. It really is a city with a lot to offer. Those who know me will know that I like to discover a city through its food and drink offerings, so here is how I would spend 24 hours in Tegucigalpa.
10 am - Parque Central and Cathedral
Grab an Espresso Americano (Honduran coffee is the best in the world) and take a seat in the park to people watch, or have a wander. When we arrived, the city centre was buzzing- old men sat on benches chatting and families were out and about doing their Saturday shopping. Excellent place to watch the world go by.
11 am - Calambres at Tito Aguacate
Apparently a Tegus institution. Run by a father and son, it’s speciality is ‘calambres’ (or cramps in English), a lethal mixture of gin, lemon, sugar and wine liqueur shaken together in a jam jar. They go down a treat. I’m told they are perfect for getting rid of, or in our case starting off, a hangover. The drinks were served with free bar snacks, always a bonus in my opinion
2pm - Pupusas in Valle de Angeles
Suitably merry from our liquid brunch, head up the mountain to the picturesque, colonial village of Valle de Angeles. Popular with capitalinos and famous for its pupusas (stuffed corn tortillas that both Hondurans and Salvadorians claim as their own). We headed to Virginia’s where we shared a plate of cheese and pork pupusas, washed down with some fresh blackberry juice. Refuelled, spend a few hours walking through the cobbled streets and in and out of souvenir shops until our feet were tired again.
5pm - Gin martinis at The Marriot Hotel Bar.
Find a table and sit on the balcony. Pick your choice of gin and enjoy. The best martinis I have had in a long time. You could be forgiven for thinking that you have been transported somewhere else. The atmosphere is far from stuffy (it is a sports bar) and the drinks are surprisingly cheap. A perfect place to watch the mountains light up around you as night falls.
7pm - Bruschetta at Habia Una Vez
I won’t pretend that I was wowed by the service here, but we’re more than used to that after nine months in Honduras. However, the food was delicious; home-made bruschetta and huge, fresh salads. Just what we were looking for after all the baleadas and pollo frito. The decor was quirky and the place really filled up later on in the evening.
9pm - Beers at The Angry Beaver
Owned by a Canadian who is quite a character, this pub on the corner serves over 100 types of beer. This prospect filled my American companions with utter joy. I was more enamoured by the outside seating area which would not have looked out of place anywhere in Europe. It was filled with an eclectic mix of 20-something Hondurans, mostly speaking English and listening to some really ‘interesting’ music. Needless to say we spent a very long time there.
Later…. Party with the locals.
There are a lot of clubs and bars in this city that seem an awful lot safer and a little more familiar than in most Central American cities so take your pick of places. What we did…. Ask a local. These guys really know how to party in style. Be warned- They will make you drink Jaegermeister! We were lucky enough to meet some fabulous friends who made us feel so very welcome in their city and made us promise to come back next weekend.
10am - Brunch at Hotel Maya Honduras
There is no better place to nurse your big city hangover than poolside brunch at the Maya. The buffet was filled with all sorts of delights from fresh mango, to tamales, to hast browns, to roast pork. Anything you’re breakfast-y heart could desire. Washed down with some Bloody Marys on a sun-lounger and followed by a dip in the pool- what a way to say goodbye to the capital.(Thanks to Fernando, Daniel, Daniel, Titi, Hector and the rest of the guys that went out of your way to be our hosts and tour guides).
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Sometimes, she dresses up at night.No one will see her, notice her but she goes on, looking through the night. All the prostitutes, the muggers, the junkies. They seem to be fond of her, at night, when no one sees her. In daylight, [she] is dirty, filthy in fact. [She] smells rotten and fried. But at night, she wears her best brightly and tantalizing lights.
I sometimes called her Tegucigalpa.")
Sometimes, she dresses up at night.
No one will see her, notice her but she goes on, looking through the night. All the prostitutes, the muggers, the junkies. They seem to be fond of her, at night, when no one sees her.
In daylight, [she] is dirty, filthy in fact. [She] smells rotten and fried. But at night, she wears her best brightly and tantalizing lights.I sometimes called her Tegucigalpa.
“Que tus sueños sean más grandes que tus miedos!”. -Acción Poética Honduras
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY
