San Pedro Sula: Yojoa Lake, Waterfall, & Kayak Day Trip
Leaving San Pedro Sula I felt the journey turn into an adventure the moment we hit the open road. As we reached Pulhapanzak Waterfall the sound of rushing water grew louder until I was standing in front of a powerful curtain of white spray that sent a cool mist across my face. It was impossible not to just stand there and take it all in. From there the trip slowed down as we reached Yojoa Lake where the glassy water reflected the green hills and the air felt calm and refreshing. With pickup and drop off already taken care of and cold water on hand I could fully lose myself in the beauty of Honduras without a single worry.
Mayan Ruins of Copan Day Trip
I hopped in early from San Pedro Sula full of anticipation. Along the winding road I watched the landscape shift from misty valleys to jungle green hills until the ruins of Copán came into view. Stepping inside felt like walking through centuries with crumbling stone stelae intricate carvings and echoes of a civilization long gone.
Lunch was local and comforting then we lingered among the ruins before heading back. The ride home was quiet letting the day’s magic settle in. All the logistics with hotel pickup and drop off breakfast and bottled water were handled so I could just soak in every moment.
San Pedro Sula: Yojoa Lake, Waterfall, & Kayak Day Trip
Leaving San Pedro Sula I felt the journey turn into an adventure the moment we hit the open road. As we reached Pulhapanzak Waterfall the sound of rushing water grew louder until I was standing in front of a powerful curtain of white spray that sent a cool mist across my face. It was impossible not to just stand there and take it all in. From there the trip slowed down as we reached Yojoa Lake where the glassy water reflected the green hills and the air felt calm and refreshing. With pickup and drop off already taken care of and cold water on hand I could fully lose myself in the beauty of Honduras without a single worry.
Mayan Ruins of Copan Day Trip
I hopped in early from San Pedro Sula full of anticipation. Along the winding road I watched the landscape shift from misty valleys to jungle green hills until the ruins of Copán came into view. Stepping inside felt like walking through centuries with crumbling stone stelae intricate carvings and echoes of a civilization long gone.
Lunch was local and comforting then we lingered among the ruins before heading back. The ride home was quiet letting the day’s magic settle in. All the logistics with hotel pickup and drop off breakfast and bottled water were handled so I could just soak in every moment.