Honduras was definitely off to an interesting start after sleeping in the airport. The security guards in the airport came to get our passport numbers and our names to apparently "make sure we arrived somewhere safely". I guess if someone went missing on their ride from the airport they knew who it was? From the views on the bus it seemed very similar in landscape to Costa Rica, very green, humid looking in the day time, and lots of farms. Poverty looked abound. The bus assistant came up to me and asked me specifically for change.. I found this quite strange but I guess maybe travelers have given him some before so now he always asks? I didn't have any Honduran Lempiras, and really don't just give money to people who ask for it without offering some sort of service or singing and dancing or something. If they are hungry I try and buy them food but never give money. Many people have mixed ideas about giving food instead of money to beggars... But it makes me feel...