(Part 2 will come shortly, and include details of our weekend-wedding-stopover in San Francisco.)
International paparazzi has arrived on the scene.
(San Pedro Sula airport)
Pinatas in production. (La Ceiba)
This is a Ceiba tree, for which my home-away-from-home, La Ceiba is named.
(And this is a *small* one.)
The Estero. (Estuary)
When in Ceiba, one must rokk the appropriate Ceibeno specs, y'know. (Particularly when one feels an affinity with gigantic citrus fruit.)
Gotsta luv the getto-ferry!
(Or as the GS would say, the "skilopnikths," which translates to "dog-drowner.")
(Bound for Roatan)
Dude. I'm trying to read here.
Angels & Demons is, as Psycho Suzi would say: trashy, but tasty.
Sunset in the village of West End, on Roatan.
A couple of US GIs enjoy their r&r with two lovely British tourists. (One is laying in the surf with her Monkey La-La.)
These guys flew up from Comayagua in their Blackhawks for their 72 hours of rest. We actually saw them later, weaving back across the sky from the mainland. It was pretty cool.
The GS toasts Salva Vida, (the national beer, literally "Life Saver") as well as: the sunset; army kids trying to score; crazy water taxis(boat in background;) Roatan; and our [WOW!] six-year anniversary.
Across the "street" from our $25/night hotel in West End.
Not a bad front yard, if I may say.
GS was particularly pleased by the fact that this beach was named "Half Moon Bay." (Not much wave for surfing here, however.)
(Crispy-fried hangover included freeeeee!.)
*Ranty thought bubble reads: "should I get the hash brow's w/bacon and beams?"*
Whatchoo lookin' at, Snapper?
This important potty message brought to you by: Honduras.
And moving right along...
No, it's not Cancun, though the prices are probably close. (A total shock after the rest of Honduras.)
It's West Bay Beach! Whooo! Also known as the alternate universe.
Where did all of these ITALIANS come from??????? (Oh yeah, must be the new direct flight from Milan.)
Back on the mainland, and back to the fantastic Garifuna village of Sambo Creek.
These "aguas thermales" are REALLY. EFFING. HOT.
The spray that you see coming out of the hose is cold water, which makes the spring barely tolerable. (What a great treat after a zipline canopy tour though! Pics of that to come once I find the GS's camera.)
The final lunch, at Helen's, also located in Sambo Creek.
Hasta la proxima vez, Honduras... que le vaya bien... !mi corazon!
P.S. In view of my recent post trivia post about where in world I was going, (won by my dedicated fellow-midwestern-house-blogger Litter Box House) you may be wondering why in the heck there are no Utila/Water Cay photos here, since GS and I attended the SUPER-DUPER-FANTASTIC Sun Jam event there this week.
I know, I know. I wish I had some!!! It was AWESOME.*
The reason is that cameras were STRICTLY forbidden on the Cay. Anyone found carrying one had their battery confiscated, and that even included our silly little travel-phone, which had a blurry camera built-in. (See mom? THAT is why I didn't call!)
I suppose it had something to do with a fear of documentation of gratuitous sex and drug use... ? :-) Actually, I'm kidding. It was great fun, and other than a pervasive cloud of pot smoke, we didn't witness a single naughty thing. It was totally chill, hippy-style.
*If you want to attend next year, send me an email. GS and I are hoping to organize a big group. Who knows? There might even be sailboats involved... :-)