Filed under: Travel pieces | Tags: Roatan, San Pedro Sula, the Caribbean, travel Roatan
I’d sailed over from Guatemala to Roatan, Honduras, and had taken all these – prohibited by the RDA – anti sea sickness pills (which really worked) and by the time we got to Roatan, my balance was so off, I kept taking spills like crazy (making me look drunker than I was). BUT, there was a lovely restaurant and hotel overlooking the sea where we stayed, and I had a pet lizard in my shower with me the whole time that I grew to quite like (small, cute), AND I met two pilots – private jet for the guy who started a huge amusement park franchise that I’ll not name here and travels around by yacht with his family, two home schooled kids, who are a little weird, and he wanted them to fly wherever they were sailing in case they didn’t want to sail anymore – SOOOO, after spending a few days with them there, taking in the sun, watching the sad packs of dogs, looking at the cool, turquoise blue water, taking kayaking lessons (really just so that the handsome instructor would have to flip me back up and around again so that I could breath!), drinking ‘Monkey Piladas’ and smoking hooch joints from the bartender at the bar I frequented (using paper bags as rolling paper), I flew onto San Pedro Sula in their jet, then the Yucatan in their jet…anyway, I had a good time there – and met some taxi drivers, too, who had like 26 kids each!
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Victoria Jelinek 