Thursday, September 02, 2010

Roatan Life and Working

Statue out front of the Mayan Hotel


Roatan Beach front West bay
Well, I manage to sell everything in about two weeks time and make enough to get the tickets to fly to Roatan and to rent a hotel and look for a house.So I packed up what I could take in Three suitcases and only kept a few choice items that meant something to me. Such as
Photos of my children and one of my good friend Sharon and I
My Italian cooking utensils
My mortar and pistils, one my son made me the other was from Italy
Two pewter mirrors, one from Nicaragua, the other Costa Rica
My new coffee maker
A bar set Paul Brown bought me that is chrome
all my capuccino cups from Italy ones my mother had made for me as a little girl
The rest some fabrics, and a few clothes,
Three pairs of shoes, makeup the clothes didn't amount to much

I caught a bus to San Jose Costa Rica, the problem was the night before we had a little celebration with some of my close friends, Orfa, Helen, Joey, Eida and one other. I drank four glasses of wine, these days I just cant drink.. More than two glasses and I am sick the next day or have a horrible head ache. But I felt really good! and happy with my old Friends so I didn't care nor did it hit me that I was over the limit.
Staying at Ofra that night I got up early our bus to San jose left at 5:00 in order for us to arrive at the airport at 8:00 to fly out at 10:00. Well the whole windy bus ride was too much I ended up vomiting the whole way. Two and half hours of vomiting and deathly ill.

When we arrived at the airport I could barely stand I was so weak. I looked I'm sure like living hell. I stumbled in dragging all three suitcases, a carry on a computer and a heavy purse. Hit the tax station to pay your fees to leave the country, the gal at the station ask me if I was sick, she must have notified the clerks at the counter because when I manage to drag my carcase over to the check in, they immediately ask me what I was sick with. I simply said I got car sick and had vomited all the way from Jaco.

So they would not let me in until I felt better, which was about half an hour. I finally came back to check in and they passed me through.

Boarded the plane:

I first flew into Teguchigalpa Honduras, this is the Capital of Honduras its located in the center of this hilly range, the plane actually has to fly in circles three times to land. That was fun after being car sick for several hours. I almost thought I was going there again! But I held tight and made the landing and disembarked. We grabbed a taxi after bargaining with the airlines for a ticket to Roatan. They didn't have any thing open so we had to stay for two days in Tegus in order to get a flight out to Roatan.

Then the Taxi driver took us to what I had looked up on line and it was in the most dangerous part of the city. I said NO the moment I saw it so I asked him nicely just take me to a safe and good place. We ended up at the Mayan Hotel beautiful! practically five star. I got a nice suite top floor, when I looked out my window it was about dusk, there was a huge statue of Jesus like in Rio starring at me down at my room. Massive statue with arms extended. I felt protected, then I looked below and there was hundreds of houses stacked against each other covering the hillsides, next to the statue was a giant sign that was lit up saying COCA COLA! so Jesus loves Coca cola I thought?? Pretty funny really.. but such a cool site when it was dark and all the lights of the city were down below with the towering savior above.

We spent the two days site seeing, going to a very cosmopolitan mall, where I was surely impressed that Not many Americans or Costa Ricans know how sophisticated the Hondurans are?? SHOCKED really reminded me of things I saw in California USA in Beverly Hills. Very upscaled, So I bought just a few little things that I could fit in my carry on, a pewter shell plate, small for jewelry. A pair of white shorts, a white long flowing dress for the beach, some sandals. Now that I am here on the Island my sorry I didn't buy more. Not a whole lot here to shop, no household items, no stores to buy accessories for the home, No real good clothing stores or cheap ones at fact. No shoes. All the shoes are plastic, flat sandals, ITS AN ISLAND everyone wears flip flops. So it was a little shocking Coxen hole the main city here is something out of the old west. Dirt roads, all beaten down clapboard buildings, houses on stilts, run down broken down buildings with people living in them and selling things out of them. But the great thing is! The cruise ships, lots and lots of cruise ships every week. The ports are spectacular! the shops in the ports expensive but nice.
I manage in the two months I been here to get around but it AIN'T EASY wow!!!!

Without a car really tough. One main road, most things are located in or near Coxen hole, or French Harbor. I have only discovered a few places.. reason is.. I found a house beautiful house and I moved in the second week I was here and in that second week I manage to get a job a very large resort. MORE TO COME!

1 comment:

Genny Ross-Barons said...

Welcome to Roatan Marianna! The similarities between your story and mine is kinda scary. I made the move with 2 suitcases from Canada 3 years ago. I left behind two grown kids and three young grandkids (nobody believes I'm old enough to be a grandma either.)I arrived by way of a long drive from Copan to San Pedro Sula (I was sick the whole way) were I caught a flight to Roatan. I knew no one I had no plan...I just did it.

I have since married and my husband, Drummer Dave and I live in Sandy Bay. I get involved with a lot of things on Roatan with my focus being my blog "Life & Writing on Roatan at my website http://roatanvortex.com

If you have been here a couple of months we may have met already (small Island.) If not, I'm thinking we should!