i entered Honduras today with little trouble other than having to fill out a stack of paperwork for me and the bike. the immigration station looked more like a stable for horses than a government building and it wasnt busy which was great. border crossing are always stressful situations with peddlers nagging you for this and that but there were only a handful today and we didnt need any of their services to get thru.
the cars in the background didnt make it thru the border and are buried in the duty free zone
after entering the country we only rode a 20 miles-ish miles to Copan in the mountains with rock slides all over the road. it was intense and beautiful. thankfully there was hardly any traffic.
Copan is another nice colonial, cobblestone town with mayan ruins. the ruins here are the smallest i have seen so far but they have incredible detail, both on the buildings and statue/monuments. very cool! it makes sense as this was the focal mayan location for artists and also a major market place for people to come and trade/sell goods.
this is the rock/method mayans used for human sacrafice. they would lean the person back putting their head in the hole up top (demonstrated below by the guide who taught me that) and drain the blood down the grooves they carved out collecting it at the bottom to eventually be burned on another carved out block. psychos. 
walking to the site entrance is started raining pretty hard. of course i didnt have any rain gear and got soaked, so i rented a red poncho and walked around in the rain all day. provided for a good opportunity to be laughed at. with.wheres waldo?
my favorite part of the day was coming across a dozen or so brilliantly colored parrots. they were not timid at all and you could almost touch them. gauking, shaking their feathers, and gnawing a chain link fence was quite the spectical. 
