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Honduras Christmas story:
Someone said “The adventure starts when things stop going as planned” Well the adventure has sure started for us. Well, we had all these grandiose plans for the holidays. We rode off to the Caribbean coast and planned to put our motorcycle and us on a ferry sailing to the island Roatan. Roatan is reported to be one of the most beautiful places in Honduras with turquoise waters, great beaches and a lot of fun things to do. We were worried about everything filling up over the holidays so we booked reservations over the internet for a cabin on the beach. We were set, all we had to do is find the ferry doc and wait to set sail, no problem. We pull into La Ceiba before noon. La Ceiba is the village where the ferries dock bound for Roatan. We find the ferry dock and locate the ferry then proceed to check in. When we get to the cargo area the person in charge informs us that because of the heavy cargo loads over the holidays we will not be able to transport our motorcycle to the island until after the New Year. I could feel myself ‘in my mind’ turning left, then right, then left again trying to figure out which way to turn to get our bike on the island. We were hurtin’, we had nowhere to turn. Heidi looked like she wanted to cry. We were so close but now we had to turn to plan-B, the problem is we had no plan-B.
Heidi and I spend the next hour looking around town for a container ship that is suppose to set sail at 2:00 AM for the island. We ride from one end of the town to the next. We could not find the ship. We pulled over to talk about it. After envisioning the cost of renting a semi-truck sized container and placing it on a ship for Roatan, we gave up on that idea.
We opted against staying in La Ceiba for the holidays. Tela, the next Caribbean coast town has had problems with armed theft and worse on the beach by roaming gangs of youths, Heidi wants no part of that and I have no problem supporting her.
We blindly ride back to the interior of Honduras looking for a hotel that will give us time to figure out what to do next. Somewhere along the way we stop to rest, we get off the bike and look at each other. The expression on my face is saying ‘I am so sorry this is happening’ She gets close to me and says with tear in her eyes “I am Totally 'Over it'. I just saw a guy riding a bicycle with one leg. We are soooo lucky…..”
The Ride Continues……
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