While in Honduras we also spent a day on a farm, although returning to Canada I lied about it on my immigration form to avoid hassles. That, and the kilo of coke in my luggage. We went on a horseback ride through the coffee plantation. Disliking both horses and coffee, I was surprised how interesting it was. Our tour guide may be the only gay honduran cowboy ever. This isn't just speculating, we were told by one of his friends the next day. I hadn't guessed, but I should have been suspicious when he said instead of watching the soccer he watched movies.
We also went swimming in that stream, and checked out their cardomon plantation, and coffee factory. Then stopped by a hot springs. Pretty good day.