Getting There - Aneel's Travelogue

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First night San Pedro Sula, Honduras, Saturday, 28 June 2008 7:54pm

I'm a bit depressed about traveling alone. I miss having someone who notices the things I miss, and who I can share my observations with. This city is very "local". I've only seen a handful of people who're obviously travelers since I left the airport. I'm sure I'll get used to it again soon. A good night's sleep will do wonders, I'm sure.

I'm enjoying being in Latin America, though. It's a foreign feeling. I walk down the calle and I am not at home, but at the same time, I don't stand out quite the way I did in Asia. Maybe it's just that San Pedro Sula isn't a tourist attraction, but almost nobody has approached me because I'm a tourist. No guys on motorbikes trying to get me to use their taxi service. No tour guides singling me out. The immigration officer let me start the conversation in Spanish (but switched to English when I didn't understand what he was saying about the fingerprint recorder). Waiters don't address me in English or give me an English menu. It's nice to be somewhere else.

The one exception is American pop music, but I guess that's everywhere. What is it with the Joe Cocker rendition of "With a Little Help From My Friends"? It seems to be following me around.