I had heard about Honduras that it was quieter than El Salvador or Nicaragua, but shortly after the border a few "Gringo" shouts came to my ear. Partially, it was children, partial adolescents. Actually, it is a derogatory word for US Americans, so wrong with me, but I understood the motivation behind it. The white man has money, we do not. In the first city on the way to Streetfood, an opi told me on the bike grumpy that I should be out of the way, although he was driving on my side, another Opi shouted about 2 minutes something from Gringo, even as I long ago On the street at the table. None of the people there looked at me, nor was anyone talking to me, pure ignorance. But the saleswoman gave me something to eat without being unfriendly. Afterwards I took another cola. Three boys between the ages of 10 and 12 consulted briefly, came to me with determination, and stood relatively close to me. Shortly a little talk, after that asked me how much clock it is. I looked him right in the face and said "Once" (eleven) loudly. He asked me why I know that. It was clear to me that these little girls were looking for my mobile phone. Even if it sounds unbelievable to the reader, teenagers, with children from 8, 9, 10, ... years are a big problem here and even more in Nicaragua. So I put my pepsi-bottle on the table and told them that this was a sundial and that one could now read the time. They noticed that I had looked through them and pulled off again, one of the guys just got a call -> they knew the time. After I met an old woman a few hours later (who should know better) and she also spoke "not very friendly" to me, I told her that a difference in the financial situation of two people was no justification for racism and Xenophobia. Because that was exactly what I did all day long. Fortunately, in the evening I got to the right people who allowed me to sleep with them in the house, since there were no hotels and tents were unthinkable. All in all, I have traveled to a few countries where people can not afford much, but in no country did people look so much at others, instead of themselves, and in no country did such an envy arise, combined with xenophobia. Everyone makes his experiences, maybe even some of Honduras swarm, but in my list it is by far the last place. To secure this, I was literally surrounded by robbers at the border. Outside Imigration I was told that I could leave the bike out here, nothing happened here. I said "Verdad?" (Really?). Sure, no problem. I laughed at the boys and put myself in the queue and stowed all my things in my pockets, even the 2 € tail light from Indonesia that I would never otherwise. I was checked on a permanent basis, but I had secured everything so well that there was simply nothing to bring. Right in front of the entrance told me again some people, who could be completely no preference, that I could leave my bike out here. Clear. I took it to the counter, got my stamp, took a big piece of papaya from my last 10 Lempira and drove laughing across the border.