Getting out of Nicaragua was pretty straightforward. Getting into Honduras was also pretty easy. But the border offices were a free for all and I had an annoying kid trying to get money by “helping” me through the process. On reflection I should have given him a couple of dollars and told him to politely “go away”. But I got sucked into a battle of wits with this kid and we both wasted our time and he got nothing, much to his theatrical disgust, despite me being clear I didn’t want his services. There was a 35 USD entry fee to Customs for the motorbike.
Honduras didn’t start well. I had booked a hotel in Choluteca, near the border. I knew it was going to be rough. The hotel was by a river and I am sure the walls were full of rats. It was a sleepless night, where part way through the night I ended up leaving the light on, which seemed to quieten the rodents. Breakfast was included but I took one look and left.