I was very glad that I took Wednesday off as it made prepping for the trip to Roatan much more doable. As I was looking for something else I came across the folder that contains all of the information pertaining to my hernia surgery on August 12th. When I opened the folder I saw the lab order for blood work that needed to be done before the procedure. When I realized that by the time I returned I would only have a week to go before the surgery I suddenly realized I needed to try to get the blood work done TODAY.
I hopped online to the Quest website. I originally thought I could just walk in on a Wednesday but I decided to make an appointment, just to be safe. That was a good move. There were only two time slots left at the closest facility which I couldn’t believe, I booked for 1PM. After doing a half assed mowing of the property, limited by the standing water in certain areas, I headed out for the test.
When I walked in the office I could hardly believe it, the waiting room was PACKED, standing room only. I guess I was naive thinking that blood testing would not be in high demand on a Wedneday. I wound up getting in about 10 minutes after my time slot which wasn’t bad considering how many people were there. I started feeling the sweats and clamminess coming on before I even entered the blood draw room. My entire life I have had a physical reaction to having blood drawn and this was no different. I just looked elsewhere and kept focusing on other things. Luckily there were only a couple vials needed and my veins are pretty pronounced, so it didn’t take long.
Wednesday night I gassed up the Tacoma, finished packing and tried to get to bed early. Gladys told me multiple times that flying out of the Miami airport was sort of insane. I had never flown from there before but I felt confident it couldn’t be significantly worse than other big city airports I have utilized. That confidence was misplaced.
The flight was scheduled to leave shortly after noon. My goal was to leave the house around 7AM, which is my normal departure for work anyway. I hit that timeframe although I did do a slight detour to grab coffee. Even so, originally the GPS predicted a little more than two hour trip which would leave me a nice chunk of time to spare to deal with any other issues that came up. I’m very fortunate I had that time as I used up almost the entire excess.
The vast majority of the drive was fine, the Tacoma was comfortable and the miles were dropping off quickly. However with less than 20 miles to go the GPS estimate all of a sudden exploded, saying it was going to take more than 50 minutes to complete the journey, shit. I took the GPS system’s suggestion to bypass the jam. It lead me to another jam which was annoying but took me into the airport from a direction I was unfamiliar with. Most of my cushion time was gone but all I had to do was park in the massive parking garage, right?
This garage uses the same high tech parking system I have seen at the parking garages for Disney and the cruise lines. There is basically an LED indicator/sensor for EVERY parking space in there. If a car is in a space the LED is red, if it’s empty you get a green. This system tracks usage in different areas of the garage to let you know proactively if an area is full as well as directional arrows to where space is open.
Well supposedly there was 300 spaces available somewhere but I sure as hell didn’t see them. When I saw multiple vehicles parked illegally up on sidewalks or islands I knew this was going to be a shit show. I circled and circled, getting more frustrated with each passing minute, knowing that time was now officially tight. FINALLY I found a spot in the far corner of the roof of the garage and I felt fortunate to manage that. I unloaded the truck quickly, feeling very glad I decided to take it instead of the Tesla in that moment. I started quick stepping my way into the terminal. Then it happened.
I stepped into the main terminal and into a literal river of unbelievable humanity flowing in all directions. As soon as I stepped inside I slapped on my mask, despite 90% of the other people in there choosing to let their germs be free. Covid is all over Florida and I wanted to do at least something to try to avoid it as it would really ruin my trip.
So I got directed to the American Airlines area for international flights. I woud up being asked for my Covid vaccination card and passport a bunch of times. The line to check in was very, very long but they had something like 15 counters open to keep the flow moving. I kept checking the time periodically, which was tight but doable. I had one more big hurdle to clear, the TSA screening.
The woman that checked my bags was nice enough to give me a solid tip. She said I should walk past the nearest security checkpoint, number 3, and instead continue to the smaller but much less busy security checkpoint 4. I appreciated the tip as when I walked past number three it looked like an absolute shit show.
Even with less people, I still spent around a half hour till I cleared the screening. My gate was a considerable distance away so I started walking at a brisk pace. When I saw the time I figured I did not have time for a traditional lunch so instead I grabbed a protein drink and bag of nuts, good enough. I wound up arriving at the gate somewhere around 15 minutes before they started boarding, I gave myself a small mental pat on the back for surfing the insanity to it’s destination.
The flight to Roatan was great. The plane was maybe half full and I paid to upgrade myself to the exit row to avoid leg room drama. I read a book and closed my eyes for a bit, again while wearing the mask. It felt a bit weird donning a mask again after so long but it was a very minor inconvenience so I didn’t mind.
As we came into the island I got some amazing views out the side of the plane. The blue/green water looked beautiful even from altitude. When the plane landed I saw them rolling up the portable staircase to deplane, something I had only experienced a time or two before. The airport itself was small, very small. I had one more hurdle to clear, immigration paperwork. Another long line was experienced. Once I got to a desk I was greeted by some guy that was amazingly apathetic. He mumbled instructions to me as he checked social media on his phone. I got finger printed, my picture taken, passport stamped as well as handing in a questionnaire that ensured I wasn’t a criminal or a smuggler of some type. There are no luggage carousels, all of the bags were in a roped off area with guards. They double check you are taking only your bag by matching it to your boarding pass.
My bag went through an EXIT security scan as well, another first. I grabbed it and turned the corner where I saw Gladys waiting with a cute sign for me. After a quick bathroom break we were out of there. Gladys gave me a little mini-tour on the way back. I was amazed at what I saw as I had never really experienced some of the 3rd world elements that are here. In many areas the streets are narrow, very narrow. Motorcycles and scooters are widely utilized to both save on gas and have a lot of maneuverability to get around. There are constant obstacles on the roads like massive potholes, stopped vehicles, pedestrians (sidewalks aren’t a thing here), and sadly dogs, lots of stray dogs.
I was also amazed when I looked up and saw some of the presumably DIY wires on many poles. There were dozens of wires just connected in a haphazard manner. As the tour continued there was a lot of diversity from beautiful hilly vistas to high end luxury living with everything in between. I was just taking it all in, still a little in disbelief I was even here. If you told me at the beginning of the year I would be in upstate NY and Roatan in the span of less than two weeks I would have laughed out loud, yet here I am.
We eventually turned onto the dirt road where Gladys lives. It is twisty, narrow, with a lot of bumps and gulleys. At the very end of the road there is a large gate that contains two properties, I was here. I almost immediately got to meet Dustin who is married to Kat, the next door neighbors. Gladys and they are really close friends so I was anxious to meet them as well as their adorable little dog Cocoa.
Gladys then gave me the quick tour of the guest house she lives in. It’s very cute. The location and view is amazing. I got unpacked and got to meet Kat and Cocoa as well, she seemed very nice and Cocoa took to me pretty quickly.
Once I got unpacked we just spent some time chilling, both of us repeatedly saying how crazy it was that I was there. I tried to focus more on just enjoying the moments. Gladys and I got to watch the sunset together which was a great instant memory. We made arrangements to go out to dinner with Dustin and Kat. (and Cocoa) Dustin drove his Fourrunner. It was another example of how different driving in Honduras is with constant avoidance maneuvers being a key skill in driving effectively down here.
We had dinner at a place called Gingers. I had a couple beers and some fish tacos which were good. We were there a little before 7:30, we didn’t realize they take last call around then. Gladys had a tooth issue fixed earlier in the day so eating was not exactly fun for her. She took most of her meal to go. It was a nice dinner with Kat and Dustin, I look forward to hanging out with them more as the week progresses.
Gladys usually doesn’t utilize the AC down here because the electricity costs are so high, a little more than quadruple the top rate I pay in Florida. However she was nice enough to set up a small portable AC unit she bought a little while ago in the room. It pulled the humidity out of the space and brought the temperature down roughly 10 degrees. I was very grateful she did this as I would have had a very difficult time sleeping otherwise.
The sun down here is intense, very intense as Roatan is closer to the equator than Naples. I could feel the difference. Hondura also doesn’t observe daylight savings time. The end result is the sun goes down early but also rises very early. By 5:30 AM it’s relatively bright already. This morning was a cool mix. I did some stretching and calisthenics while Gladys did her routine. She then suggested we go snorkling in the bay, an activity I bet I have not done for around 25 years.
Snorkling exposed me to some beautiful underwater landscapes where we passed over coral beds teaming with fish I normally would only see in an aquarium. The use of fins was a struggle for me, my ankles were not used to that sort of angles/usage. Early on I found myself feeling like my fins were always on the surface of the water, making them a little useless. As I watched Gladys move in the water I adjusted and got slightly better, I still found myself using my arms in a breast stroke stroke often.
I also have not done any swimming in 5 years I bet so it was a good workout for me. I also found breathing through the snorkel not a natural thing but it got better as well. We saw amazing fish, an eel, lobster and much more. I have always had an aversion to going into the ocean as an adult because of how easily I develop ear infections. I brought a set of ear plugs that seemed to do a good job of keeping the water out of ear canals. What I didn’t expect is how my nose would wind up being surrounded by water for most of the time. When I pulled the mask off it felt like I just snorted salt water. It’s probably a good thing overall but again takes some getting used to. After coming back in I felt pretty tired, swimming always does that to me.
Because of the crazy early sunrise we did all of this before 8AM which felt sort of nuts. After showering off the salt water we headed out to first grab some breakfast. Gladys told me about the incredible cinnamon rolls they serve, she was right. It was pretty amazing and went well with my coffee. I paid with cash which has been the go to payment method so far. It appears conventional credit cards are not accepted at a number of places but instead they take cash or payment via apps like Zelle, Venmo or Paypal. I already have Paypal and I just signed up with Venmo, just in case.
After breakfast Gladys had a bunch of stops to make so I was happy to tag along. There are endless things to keep you visually stimulated as a passenger down here. We went to three different hardware stores, I was looking for some fittings to tweak the shower head I installed for Gladys. I also got my first lemperia bills, the offical Honduran currency although they accept the US dollars everywhere too. One dollar currently equals roughly 24 lemperia. I paid for something with a 20 dollar bill and got a fat wad of lemperia back, although I know in reality it wasn’t much money, it felt substantial, like I somehow came out ahead.
We came back to the house to both do our own version of computer work, me working on this blog and Gladys doing stuff required for her job down here. It’s been a great opening 24 hours and I look for more fun to come in short order.