Lago de Yago, Honduras

My current riding partner had it on his list a stop at a micro-brewery in Honduras.  After the great day at the Copan Ruinas, I thought that this too would be an adventure.  Sure enough, we met up with a couple of folks from Montana and went on a walk to visit some nearby waterfalls, rumoured to be hiding some Mayan gold.

In order to reach the start off point for the falls, we needed to take a Honduras bus, which was an experience in itself.  It appeared to be an older American Blue Bird, probably an ex-school bus.  The driver drove like the wind, and I wondered if he, like his bus driver brothers, had a lead foot.  We arrived at our destination safely, and I was glad that the couple that we were with had a better sense of direction and a knowledge of Spanish than I had...

D & D Brewery is owned by a young American named Bobby, and to his credit, he has a first class operation here.  Unfortunately, we had rains while we stayed there, but he was aware of hundreds of miles of dirt trails and roads that we could ride.

 We ran into a tuk-tuk named after the Hulk..

 View from the front of the bus...

Directions to the falls..

Them are buzzards looking for some meat...

 Last nights' rain clouds heading north...

A nice fence, hiding an even nicer house...

Out goal...with more Macaws???

A mauseoleum.. I think that I would want one a little larger, to keep Blondy out of the rain..

 Our goal..

 It is rumoured that there is a bunch of Mayan gold hidden behind the waterfalls.  None of us wanted to do the work to get the gold, as Blondy is loaded down as it is.

The falls themselves are at least 80' high.

 There was a zip line across the face of the falls.  I promised Ian I would not do anything stupid....

 Apparently the Mayan gold is in a cave behind the falls.

For my Flowery Friends, espescially those in the Tahsis Garden Group...

 For my horsey friends..I have no idea what they did with the rider...

So what's happening, Gringo???

View from the rear of the bus...

On the way back to the brewrey, we stopped at a small furniture shop.  The wood was incredibly close-grained, and very heavy.

For my fruity friends...

Here we are...

 There we were....

 And there too...

The plan for tomorrow....
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