When boats grow wheels ...
Trip Start Mar 17, 2007
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07h20: a jeep shows up. Nice pick up to go to the harbor 5 minutes away. Except, they are NOT planning to take us to the harbor but to a mini bus to DRIVE us to La Ceiba (the mainland of Honduras, where we have to take a ferry to Roatan, our diving island). Dr T (in his so gentle way) starts discussing that we agreed on a speed boat, ... . One of the guys, calls the agency. The girl, Hubby made the arrangements with turns out to be his wife and claims it was a misunderstanding, she meant mini bus from the beginning. Well: a: this is Latin America and b: Tony is calm, cool and collected (I am even getting there) and the mini bus, it will be. Pay the whole amount now. No receipt. We do.
We change to our mini bus, another guy as our driver and we start our journey, which is supposed to be 6 hours and will bring us to La Ceiba in time for the ferry.
The ride turns out to be very pleasant. Comfortable, air-conditioned bus, nice driver. We chat the whole way. Or better: Dr T chats (which is of course not surprising to you). Hubby tells me about his past and about his friends at uni.
The driver takes us through check-out Guatemala, costumes, border Honduras, money exchange, lunch and we arrive at the ferry 5 hours after our departure. Unfortunately, they only accept cash for the ferry, which leaves us with not even 5$ left, so we ask our friendly driver to take us to an ATM. He does. We are back, with money in our pocket, 3 hours before the ferry leaves. My wonderful Hubby finds an ... internet café in the middle of nowhere! We both start surfing for a hotel since we doubted whether we would reach Roatan today, we did not book anything. Or even know at which part of the island we want to stay. But: we have all the time in the world: 3 full hours. And indeed, we find out where to stay, Tony finds a diving-resort, calls and bingo.
Perfect day so far. Until we get on the ferry. Puking bags are distributed immediately. And. God, was that necessary: I have been on many boats and sailed bumpy seas, but never like this. You have to grab onto your armrest to stay in your seats! I have the computer on my lap and it jumps everywhere. I cannot write. In the beginning people are giggling. It is like a rollercoaster. But: soon enough: silence. And then worse. The noises everywhere: you do not want to know! My Tomcat is getting sick as a dog. Seasick is for me: throwing up. But my poor hubby is sweating, till his clothes are drenched and throwing up for 1,5 hours. (No, there are NO pictures, do not be so cruel).
When we finally arrive in Roatan, the luggage pick up is a mess. There are really 100s of cart board boxes, tens of garbage backs. People are waving with their luggage ticket and scream.
When we finally get our luggage, we look for our hotel pick up (which was promised). As you can imagine: no pick up. A helpful taxi driver says: oh, Debby was going to pick you up, I'll call her. The outcome is: we will sort it out in the hotel. We take 2 nice Swiss girls with us in the taxi. It is agreed: we pay the taxi; they pay the tip.
It is dark by the time we arrive at the hotel. We explain Debby that we were expected a pick up. She says: 'no problem, I'll pay the cab'. We book for 3 nights. We are sitting literally on top of the diving shop. And the restaurant is supposed to be the best in town.
There is always something, so here: no internet in the room as promised. We will see tomorrow. Tomcat is completely recovered from his sea sickness and indeed, we go for a very nice meal in the hotel.
The 'town' we are in, is in fact a 2 km long beach stretch, full of hotels, bars and resto's. the way we like it, let's say.
So, we decide to go for a sniffle tomorrow. No diving yet, just explore. I think the Tomcat falls in love with the place immediately!
If boats grow wheels in Guatemala, who knows what Honduras will bring???