I mentioned we went to Honduras as a family. This is part of a month long mid-life crisis my husband is having while turning 40.
He loves scuba diving. So he chose to take our family to Utila, Honduras where we could snorkel and scuba all day.
He did a great job researching the little resort we stayed at.
He did not pay much attention to how we would get there, however.
So we arrived in Honduras on a nice commercial airline. Then we were met by a pilot of a smaller plane so that we could fly to the island of Utila. On the website, the airplanes looked like small jets. When we got to our airplane, it was a 6 seater. Without room for a flight attendant.
We sat in a nice waiting area while they crammed our things into this plane. We were a family of five with four carry-ons and backpacks and one bag full of scuba gear. Maybe we had five carry-ons and one had snorkel stuff. I dunno. But we didn’t have tons of stuff. We did have enough stuff to worry the pilot about taking off.
I also worried the pilot. He told me that he would love to have me sit next to him, but women get nervous and grab the controls. I laughed thinking he was kidding. He wasn’t.
So I sat backwards for the 45 minute flight across water. There was no air conditioning and we were dressed for cold airplanes. We sweated buckets back there.
We finally landed and we got into a minivan with the steering wheel on the left. Utila used to be part of the British Commonwealth so we figured they drove on the left. But then our driver drove in the middle of the road and would move to the right when a motorcycle came toward us. So only our car was different.
And there was only one road on the island. That’s why there aren’t many cars. There are 3 wheeled taxis and motorcycles and four wheelers. That’s it.
And there was no road to our resort.
So the van dropped us off at a boat. By this time I was questioning where exactly we were going. Kevin didn’t know. I was glad I was taking Spanish and could easily converse with everyone about their curly, blonde hair.
(Most everyone on Utila is bilingual, we found out. Just not anyone driving us anywhere that day.)
We were taken across an inlet and ended up at the resort.
To recap: Commercial airline, 6 seater airplane, van, and a boat. (Not to mention the three vans we had to take from our hotel to the airport then to the international section of the airport. This trip was about traveling.)
If you scuba dive, I highly recommend Utila. It was a nice place to go and we met some great people from New York City and Australia. But bring steroid itching cream. Because those sand fleas will eat you alive.