Some bored looking Indian local began choosing our mounts for us. I was sure he did this every day. He picked one out for me and gave me a leg up, but would not adjust the stirrups, which were too low. I kind of hoped that it would not be a problem since we were riding Western. Once everybody was mounted, we set off.
We rode out of town and across the
Then we rode up a hill into the mountains where the terrain got more forested.
We began to see groves of trees and some fruit trees. We rode on for about a half an hour and then we came to Hacienda San Lucas. Here we got off our horses and were told that we could have lemonade and sit on the porch before we set out on our hike. The Hacienda was really quite lovely and the birding was fine there also. The ground dropped away from the porch towards Copan and really was breathtaking.
We hiked to a nearby “authentic” Indian town, which turned out to be a tourist trap. It was made of brightly painted concrete blocks. I was embarrassed to be there. There were people who were there were selling the same hand made dolls as the beggars in town. Fortunately we didn’t stay long.
From there we hiked into the jungle. The day was getting ungodly hot and I was glad I had brought water. We went through a grove of limonetta trees and some of the fruit had fallen to the ground. These are grapefruit sized limes that are used in the
Dr. Fairview, I presume?
Eventually we made our way back to the Hacienda and after a quick rest; we remounted our horses for the ride back. My horse decided that it wanted to be back sooner than the rest and a canter was the way to get there. I was okay with that, so off we went. But, I soon realized that the stirrups were too short and my back was taking a hammering since I could not move with the horse. So, I pulled him back to a walk. But, then some other riders galloped past me and he took off again, and again, I had to pull him back to a walk. But by then it was too late, and my back (which I had injured long ago) was killing me.
All I could think was that I was going to take advantage of the massage on Roatan when we got there.
Finally, we crossed the