Under water fun
Utila Travel Blog› entry 126 of 134 › view all entries
And finally I get to go under water again. After a 9 (yes 9) year hiatus I finally donned some fins, a fetching wetsuit and threw myself back into underwater discovery.
Utila and Roatan are the two most well known destinations in Honduras. The mainland a notoriously dangerous and volatile place, hardly affect the Bay Islands which are a little slice of America and England, Australia, New Zealand and any other country you care to name. It's here that one of the largest and most unspoilt reefs in the world exist and it's a prime location for diving. I arrived on the island having finally met up with Nati and Jo from Guatemala. I'd spent a rather uneventful night in La Ceiba, the town where the ferry leaves for the islands.
I took off in the Utila princess (nothing royal about the boat at all!) for a turbulant one hour crossing. Make no bones, this is everything I hate about being on the water. It's bone curdling, stomach churning jumping rather than sailing through the waters. Amusing for say 5 mins, until the vommiting starts and not necessarily your own. Needless to say when we arrived at Utila we all sported a brand new shade of green under the glow of our tans. Dry land was a welcome sight. We were met by UDC reps, the largest and most well known dive school on the island.
Utila is legendary for a few things. Diving I've covered off. The other two are nightlife and sand flies. The latter being evident as soon as we stepped onto the island and witnessed girls (and mainly girls) legs savaged by bites, scars and unsighltly scabs.
The island is comprised of two main roads with the dive shops, supermarkets and restaurants lined along them. it's a tranquilo way of life. Until the lights go down.
The diving here was spectacular and i was particulalrly lucky to meet my dive master Ginge. A wonderful Northern lass with a great sense of humour, a stash of liquor and cooking skills to boot.
I also met up with an old friend from Colombia, Ben and we had a great time exploring the nightlife. Beach raves, the infamous Tree Tanic bar and everything in between. I might have cracked out the running man once or twice. The ethos on the island is work easy, play hard. Diving is possibly the only reason I didn't have a hangover on a daily basis and Ginge is the only reason I ever made it out of bed in the mornings. What a dive master, gets you pissed, wakes you up and then buddies with you on brilliant dives. I might never leave!
It was with a heavy heart that I left the sunshine and easy going life of the island and my new found friends. With time against me i had to stay true to my desire to see some of Nicaragua, another traveller favourite. With days slipping away I bid farewell and head over to San Juan del Sur for a night before taking the bus directly to Leon in Nicaragua. A note of caution to anyone that does the same - THE TAXI DRIVERS ARE THIEVES. I was ripped off left right and centre with very little recourse to do anything. One of the most dangerous cities in the world for good reason no one here would help and when i refused to pay the taxi driver he stopped and tried to push me out the taxi in the middle of the night. If you have any other way of going to the place you're going take it. Do not stay here unless you have to.