The day after St. Patrick’s Day turned out to be one of my favorite days of the trip up to that point. It was much different from the others, but after spending several days mostly in bars drinking, it was good to get some activity under my belt.
The day started by me being awoken by my English friend throwing up at around 7:15 am outside the window near the bed in which I was sleeping. Having grown nearly immune to hangovers during this trip, I was feeling good but wasn’t able to go back to sleep.
I was supposed to meet a group of people at around ten to go to a nearby beach and rent some jetskis. I had never been on a jetski before so I was looking forward to it. We took a water taxi to the beach only to find out that it cost US$65 per person for a half-hour of jetskiing. I didn’t want to do it that badly. Instead, a Canadian friend and I were approached by somebody who wanted to know if we wanted to kayak. That sounded fun. We asked the cost and it was US$25 combined for two to three hours. That was much more in our price range so we decided to do that. We kayaked around the bay for about an hour-and-a-half and had a lot of fun. When we finished, we met up with the jetskiers for a drink.
After our drink, my Canadian friend and I went back to the beach to swim. It was one of the best swimming experiences I’ve ever had. The water was warm and calm and you could go out quite a distance without the water getting more than about five feet deep. I practiced my breaststroke for a half-hour or so and was really happy with how well I did.
We ended up walking back to our hotel and decided to meet for lunch. Instead of lunch, however, we stopped by a smoothie place and I had a chocolate and banana smoothie. It made me very, very happy. Then, I went souvenir shopping and bought a few things, including a beer t-shirt. I don’t recall the name of the Honduran beer off the top of my head, but I remember it wasn’t my favorite – I just liked the t-shirt.
Later on, a group of us went out for dinner. We stopped by the floating bar that we tried to board the night before and we were much more successful this time, seeing as there was no US$30 cover charge to worry about. There wasn’t much interest in staying out late for a second night so we returned to the hotel kind of early. When we got there, my Australian friend was standing outside smoking a cigar. Seriously, she was smoking a cigar. We decided that her efforts were a waste of lung capacity, so we brought out some jerk chicken and went for a walkabout. There was a little paranoia as my Australian friend took off back for the hotel near the end of the walkabout. Afterwards, nobody was in the mood for a long, long night, so we called it a relatively early night and went to bed. Also, we had a 5:30 am trip off to Comayagua the next day, so there really wasn’t much point in staying up anyway.
There wasn’t be much to Comayagua, but I’ll get into that in the next entry as well as our border crossing into Nicaragua.
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