Braids Anyone?

Hola Faithfull Readers...

When we last wrote, we were in a lovely hotel in San Salvador. We took off from there on Monday to board a flight to Roatan Island via San Pedro Sula and La Ceiba. The trip went relatively well, as long as we were willing to overlook a four hour delay at San Pedro Sula and the fact that we nearly missed our connecting flight because the forgot to announce it! They partially made up for it by putting us on a direct flight to Roatan which cut flying time from 2 hours to 35 minutes!

The Island is just amazing... we got off to a slightly rocky start since our first day and a half was mostly characterized by rain, rain, and more rain! However, by Wednesday, the weather started to clear and the weatherman was promising everything you might expect from a "resort" on the Carribean Sea! So, we rented ourselves a scooter with the intention of exploring our Island! We're (and by we, we mean Jo) pretty sure that we (again Jo) want a scooter for Christmas... Really! We loved it! Even though it is pretty scary sharing the roads with Honduran drivers who apparently have no rules other than honk at everything, pass everything, cut people off at every opportunity, and scare the shit out of unsuspecting tourist scooterers!

Although I framed the word "resort" with quotation marks, our room is pretty fantastic. It is not exactly the lap of luxury, but it has two beds, air conditioning that works really well (when there isn't a power failure, of which there have been three so far), cable TV, HOT showers, TOILET PAPER that is not sand-based, and a balcony overlooking the beach which is no more than 50 feet from our room.

About the beach... OH MY GOD! Seriously, it is freakin amazing (once you get used to being asked 85 times a day if you would like to have your hair braided or a body massage, or being offered bracelets and necklaces by the cutest little munchkins it breaks your heart to say No Gracias). We've spent the last two days basking on the beach and well, quite frankly, we are properly toasted.

Food was initially an issue for us - since this Island is on the cruise-ship circuit everything is quite expensive as the target market is the average, slightly obese, American tourist. After trying a few places with decent food at indecent prices, we discovered a pizzeria (thanks to our balcony mates from Quebec) that makes the most amazing pizza ever - it is a little off the beaten track, meaning that you have to walk about 2 kilometers up hill, down hill, and across mud using stepping stones, but well worth the trek. Turns out also, that the restaurant right next door to our hotel (which for some strange reason we never thought to check out) serves some pretty amazing quesidellas and burritos (although slightly explosive, wink, wink) and has el-cheapo prices.

Hasta la vista bitches!

Jo and Steph