After our speedily repaired puncture, we sped on towards Copan, as I was anxious to get to the ruins. Well, I say sped, actually the going was very slow. The roads were full of enormous potholes, often hard to see until you were about to disappear into one. Also, there were vicious, unmarked speed bumps everywhere just waiting to send you airborne. We have a spinal surgeon among our group and I think we may be needing his services. Serge, in the little blue Porsche, damaged a wheel badly. His tyre was changed, but the wheel is in poor condition and as I write, John (our leader) has his secretary flying out with a replacement. Our good friends, JosĂ© and Maria, also had a breakdown, with gear trouble, but, fortuitously, just as JosĂ© was getting his tools out along came the fire brigade. Several strong men leapt out, grabbed the tools and got the car fixed in no time at all. The d’Souza’s were invited to ...