Copan

Travelling is a mixed bag and for most of the time it is amazing. A constant sensory onslaught of sights, sounds and smells (or all 3 and more in India's case). But one thing that does set in after a while is travel blaise-ness (for want of a better term).
One can drink a 1997 Romane Conti, a 1982 Chateau Lafite or even a 1945 Mouton Rothschild and still get a kick out of a nice bottle of Pinot Noir in good company. One can have a Kobe Steak in NYC or Sushi in Nobu and still enjoy a sandwich by the side of the road. But after seeing Angkor Wat, Palenque, Chichen Itza and Tikal poor old Copan was in for a hard time.

Smaller than all the others, it boasts no massive f*ckoff pyramids nor an amazing rain forest location. In fact it is by the side of the road in western Honduras. Admittedly it has some fancy carving and some macaws flying around, but will not be winning any Pyramid of the year 646 competition.

Pictures here