Our Last Port - Honduras
December 29, 2011 | By: Andrew Centofante | Tags: travel
We arrived on a cloudy day in Roatan Honduras. This was our last port and our plan had been to get away. A hand full of staff renting out a quiet bungalow and relaxing in the sun. We all jumped in a cab and headed out towards Marble Hill Farms, a small jam producer and hotel. Roatan is a small island and we spent most of our time on the one main road before turning off a mountain pass and bounced along the dirt road. We had requested a stop for some “supplies” and after a few failed attempts our driver finally found a small shack that sold beer in six packs. We all rolled in grabbing snacks and other cold drinks as the locals tried to keep up with the sudden increase in business.
We turned off on a stone road that had large hibiscus hedges speckled with the pink flower lining the driveway as we pulled up to the main house. The place looked half built and deserted but a stone faced Spaniard in a wet suit appeared to help us out. Our rooms weren’t ready yet so he directed us to the restaurant and bar. He also recommended we purchase the meal package which would allow us to eat as much of anything we wanted. The Crows Nest, as it was called, was the prefect little place made of bamboo with a thatched roof nestled between palm trees and tropical flowers over looking the ocean. We all got their specialty drink which was a fresh mango margarita and then ordered pretty much every food item on the menu. The rain began to come down but we were just fine snacking on our quesadillas and tacos while sipping on our drinks.
Once our rooms were ready we made a quick change into our bathing suits and headed towards the water. There was not much to the beach itself but there was a long dock stretched out in front of us with a marina at the end full of water toys. We all grabbed snorkels and loaded into kayaks to go exploring. Jane and I were in one together and we smoothly took off in the calm water heading towards the waves breaking in the distance. Roatan is known for its beautiful barrier reef. The sky again opened up but this time instead of a light sprinkle it poured down onto us. We kept paddling, laughing about how ridiculous and amazing it was. The sound of the rain hitting the ocean was extraordinary. We jumped into the water with our snorkels and swam around looking for wildlife. It was cloudy and choppy from the rain and the reef was hard to see. We felt the drops tickle our backs as we searched for life. The muffled sound of the rain and the millions of drops of rain hitting the surface of the water from underneath was incredible..
After some time we headed back to the cabins and then back to the restaurant for more drinks and diner. We again ordered too much food and the place filled with laughter as we told tales of different adventures in port. We stayed up late that night playing games, reflecting, remembering and connecting with each other.
The next day we again took the snorkels and kayaks out. Jane and I explored the coast line while our friend Dave took off on a mission heading far away and eventually out of sight. He eventually came back saying he just wanted to kayak for an hour straight. We jumped in the water and this time found some amazing reefs, watching bright fish dip and hide inside beautiful brain like beings.
It was time to head back to the ship so we dried off, packed our things and went back to the bar to wait for our van. We had a few beers left over from the night so we all went to work trying to finish them off. The rain started pouring down again as we jumped into the van. This time the road felt really treacherous as the rain dumped down and the dirt road turned to mud and large rocks. We didn’t mind too much as we continued to laugh and joke like old friends. No one mentioned that it was our last port or that the trip was over. We just enjoyed the ride.