The ferry ride

 After attending church services, during bitch hour, visiting speaker preached yet again, we hurriedly feature that Junina, and drove as quickly as we were able La Ceiba. Our destination was the ferry landing, where we were going to catch transport across the open Caribbean sea to the island of Roatan. All eight of us traveled in one minivan we borrow it from the Hope Childrens Home, so we got to travel together, and it was a slow trip.

In the United States, the trip would probably have taken us around forty five minutes  to an hour however, in Honduras, the trip took us nearly 3 1/2 hours. On the drive we had to avoid cows crossing the road, dogs crossing the road, people crossing the road, sheep crossing the road, and cars using all kinds of diagonal tangents to merge into traffic from areas that would not have been considered legal in United States traffic. 

We made the ferry port in plenty of time, got our tickets printed and punched, then waited about 20 minutes to board the ferry. It looks to be about a 60 foot catamaran style craft, but the seas are just slightly choppy so the rock and reel of the boat, to me, is pleasant. Several of the kids were worried about getting seasick, but so far no one has experienced those symptoms.

This is our grandchildren’s first time on a boat like this is really funny to watch how they react to the rock in real life the boat call me even to the setting some thing on the table in front of them. It’s been hilarious as they’ve talked us through the thought process they’ve used to follow the up-and-down movement of the table just to sit canna soda on the table that they think is moving. 

This trip, by ferry, should take us about two hours, maybe a little bit longer to get to the port in Roatan. There we should meet a rental car driver, who will deliver a minivan to us that we can use to transport ourselves around the island for the next several days. We are genuinely looking forward to this. 

Nate and Cori have reserved a room for us at a resort hotel on the island. I think they have planned out most of the meals that we will be enjoying while on the island due to suggestions by friends in Honduras, who have been to Roatan multiples of times. For me and Mama, it’s just the experience of being there, and being there with us the grandkids for their first time on the island as well. 

More updates will follow. Mama