Mayan Ruins of Honduras

The Copan Ruins was a much needed change from the chaotic and dangerous San Pedro Sula and the festering, debauched, toxic wasteland that was Utila.

Clean, quaint, and friendly, the small town of Copan which is home to one of the world-famous Mayan ruins, offered a refreshing dose of culture that I had been desperately seeking ever since I had set foot on Utila.

Cobbled stoned roads lined with small, colorful shops and black gas lanterns are one of the main highlights. There are plenty of arts and crafts stores about. At night, merchants set up tables covered with locally made jewelry and nifty trinkets worthy of taking home as souvenirs.

Lodging options are abundant and range from budget accommodations to high-end luxury hotels. As always, best deals can be found during off-season, however, as there are plenty of places to stay, finding accommodations should not be too hard even without reservations. Check out Jennymar or Hotel Mary.

The town itself is a short walk from the ruins, and can be reached by foot or by one of the many tuk tuk taxis.

Tickets for the ruins cost $15, and an additional $15 if you wish to see the tunnels. Curious to look at what they had to offer, we bought tickets to both for a total of $30 for each person.

The ruins, itself, was nothing short of spectacular. Covering a huge area more than double the size of a football stadium, the ruins ranged from beautifully designed columns of stelaes and statues to flat stone pyramids and ornamental stairs, which included the longest Mayan staircase.

The tunnels, however, were a disappointment. At the time of viewing, only two tunnels were open, and most of the insides were closed off to the public. Jon and I were a bit on the adventurous, albeit naughty, side and slipped off into the areas that were closed off to the public. Even then, it wasn’t worth the $15 extra that we paid. We did have an Indiana Jones-esque moment thanks to the lights in the tunnels going off, and managed to find our way back to the main entrance with nothing more than the faint glow offered by our lighter.