CA 3: Ziplining and Macaw Mountain, Copan, Honduras.

Helmets are for nerds…
 or the safety conscious.

Well, I finally went ziplining!

Can’t remember if I had publicly derided the practice in the past, but in my head I was always thinking it barely qualified as an “adventure” sport, since you’re basically just hanging off a wire and letting gravity pull you to the next location.

Well, today changed my mind about that.

The whole concept of ziplining has come up on pretty much every vacation Daina and I have been on, so I figured why not do it in one of the poorer countries we’ve been to.  Seems safe.  And in the end, it was, and I guess we never really needed the helmets they didn’t give us, as we were so far up that any fall on our head would likely have snapped our neck and spine and left us a heap in the jungle.  So thank goodness our harnesses were strong and our guides were capable.

The view from up in the hills was pretty stunning and, unlike the “I Never Should Have Gone Ziplining” episode of South Park, there was no hurry up and wait with annoying tourists showing us baby pictures.  One of the guides even got a nice video of me going down a 1 kilometre zipline, which ended with me having to pull myself along the last 100 metres because I would have smoked the guy if I had kept my speed up, so I kind of stalled.  D had a great time up there and I was happy to have it checked off my list of things I should probably do. 

After the zipline, we headed over to Macaw Mountain.  Now, yesterday I talked about the macaws that live outside of the Copan site.  Well, there’s about 20 there and 40 at macaw mountain and that’s it.  No other macaws in the area.  Macaw Mountain is involved in a ten-year reintroduction program, breeding the macaws, integrating them with the flock at Copan with the hope that, eventually, they will fly wild again.  It’s a pretty ambitious project, but once you read about it, you get over the whole “poor birds in cages” idea. 
In fact, as a bird sanctuary goes, I have to say that all the birds were incredibly well taken care of.  Even the birds in the “interactive area”, aka tourists get your picture taken with a bird or two station, had their flight wings and could escape any time they want to, unlike birds at various tourist stands I’ve seen in Mexico.  The pictures ended up cool and I felt cleaner than, say, the obligatory St Mark’s Square shot in Venice.

Less poop.

We’re repeating the cycle of heading home at midday, doing a siesta, getting some day to day stuff done (today it’s the bank and laundry) and then heading out for dinner in the evening.  Not sure what tomorrow will bring.  There’s a viewpoint inside of an old fort/prison that I want to check out and a couple other ruins.  The butterfly sanctuary outside of town is closed down so we may just end up chilling and strolling the streets of Copan Ruinas.

In a town like this, that isn’t a bad thing.

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