HONDURAS
Copán Department
El Florido
The "Taco's & Toucan's" Trip
Honduran Border Crossing
Sunday May 5th, 2019
We got to the Guatemala/Honduras border and I actually surprised myself for not coming unglued for a couple of reasons. The Guatemalan female Immigration officer was thumbing through my passport and I watched her as she rips the photo page, putting a tear clean into the photo. She looks at me, closes the passport, hands all the passports back to Sonia to distribute back to all us “Avocados” and then simply shuts up shop and hides in a back office. I make mention of this to Sonia and show her the tear, but there’s not a lot you can do about it apparently.
The Honduran side was not a whole lot better, I had to have my fingerprints taken 3 times, my passport swiped 9 times, but only after I queried the guy as to why he was taking images of our passports with his mobile phone – which I’ve never seen anywhere in my global travels.
The Honduran official gave an explanation of “it’s the process” when Sonia asked him about it. It was at this time that I had to go through the whole fingerprint process another couple of times and watching him manipulate my passport in a manner in which it was not designed or meant for. Ray Charles could see that he was just fucking with me, because he could. I was at the point of smacking him in the snout because he fully understood when I said to be gentle with his handling of my passport, which spurred him on to mangle the multi-page document just to prove a point.
I left the border crossing ready to rip someone’s head off and shit down their neck. Yeah, I get that you’re some kind of minimum wage numpty, that’s angry at the world for manning a border station on a Sunday afternoon, but there’s no need to fuck with people simply because you think it’s fun to do so.
