A scary start through Tegucigalpa. Terrible drivers, roads and crime. To get out of the city I have to cross the infamous Villa Nueva slum. Halfway through I get stopped by the military police who tell me: “Gringo, you are crazy! You shouldn’t be here!” As there is no other way out they give me an escort until I reach a safer neighborhood. From there it is an up and down to the border and I’m well on time to make good progress. Sadly the border crossing takes three hours. Corrupt officials on the Nicaraguan side simply drink coffee until you place money into your passport. Almost at dark I arrive in the first town after only 172 km. Still I’m just happy to be out of Honduras at good health and with my bike and valuables. Feels like 100 kg are of my shoulders after the constant tension of the past days.