Utila, Bay Islands, Honduras
First thing the next morning we went to the port in La Ceiba, to take the ferry to the Bay Islands - Utila Island. And surprise surprise, it was raining!! Lucky for us, though, the ferry actually left that day. We got lucky because we weren´t expecting to see the ferry still there . . . but it was! So we made it just in time, and were able to leave to Utila, as planned!! I guess our guardian angel was looking out for us once again! And I think we brought some good luck to the others as well because not only had they been waiting all morning for the ferry to leave; apparently there hadn´t been any ferry departures in a couple days, due to all the rain!
The boat ride wasn´t all that bad, although Arnaud did feel a bit seasick at one point.
Weird thing about Utila was that I no longer felt as though I was in Honduras. I barely heard any Spanish spoken, but instead a sort of English creole. Couldn´t understand a word of what the locals were saying! Another disturbing thing was to feel totally isolated from the community. I don´t know whether it´s the locals that don´t mix much with the tourists, or if it´s the other way ´round! Hmm? In any case, didn´t like that too much.
On the bright side, however, we ended up meeting some lovely people, also backpackers, as ourselves, who were also trying to get their diving certification. And after a very long week on this island, where the rain NEVER ended, Arnaud and the others successfully acquired their certification. So now he can scuba dive anywhere in the world! Me, on the other hand, will have to stand on the sidelines and watch! I´d tried to complete the training as well, but it was just too hard for me. Oh well, maybe another time! I´ll just have to settle for seeing marine life from afar!
Utila c est une petite Jamaica, tu peux voir des rasta partout qui fument de l herbe.
