We got up and ready to head out. Were just taking overnight bags, and leaving the rest of the stuff at the beach house. Sylvia was a little delayed in getting ready, but we still had an hour and a half to do a drive that should just be an hour, so we figured that was plenty of padding.
The drive out from the beach house wasnt nearly as bad as the drive in. It was much easier to see the bumps in the road in the light of day, and navigation wasnt nearly as difficult when wed already been on the road once. In about 25 minutes, we were already getting off the dirt road that had held us captive for probably an hour and a half when we had initially arrived. Phew!
The rest of the drive went equally smoothly. We gassed up and then continued on to the ferry dock. A guy came out to help us sort out our tickets. We had read online that there are helpers who will want a tip, we had already decided we were fine with giving tips to have less headaches of trying to figure things out for ourselves.
We were quite early as we had made good time, so the ticket office wasnt open yet, but one of the tourist activity booths were, so we had a seat there and got information about kayaking on the island. We made plans to go that afternoon, then got some coffee for Sylvia (she drinks an incredible amount of coffee!), and then took the car around to load up on the ferry.
The ferry pricing for car and for 2 people was just 550 cordoba, which is like $16. So cheap! The trip takes about an hour, so we couldnt believe the cost, to the ferry back in Roatan.
The lake looked pretty choppy, so we hoped that the ride would go ok. I had to board first, and Sylvia needed to drive the car on by herself. I used the bathroom, but wished I had found one elsewhere, it was pretty gross. The ferry was pretty small, space for about 6 vehicles (there were a couple of cars and then a few big trucks). The ride went really smoothly, not rough at all. Before we knew it, we were there.
Mabel, and headed out. We decided wed stop at Ojo de Agua along the way, a natural pool from a fresh water spring. It was pretty, the water was super clear, and they had some fun swings over the water. We just made it a short stop and then continued on to our hotel.
The hotel had a pretty bumpy path going to it. Partway in, there was a parking sign, but we couldnt see how much further it was to get to the actual hotel, the trail seemed to keep on going, so Sylvia emphatically declared no! when I mentioned about parking. We drove a few minutes more, but it became clear why the parking spot was earlier on in the trail, as the lane started getting very bad. We turned around and left the car at the parking spot, then continued on foot.
It was quite a bit further to get back to the hotel, and then we started seeing individual but no reception. We gave them a call, and someone came out to meet us and show us to our room.
View. One floor had the bedroom and bathroom, and the upper floor, accessed just by a small wood ladder from the porch, had a living area with a futon, and a balcony with a beautiful view of the volcano. We left our bags, and then headed out to find the kayak spot.
As we had a bit of time, we decided to make a short detour to find a spot for a smoothie, as we hadnt had lunch. We had our smoothies, and I sent a message to the kayak to find out the exact location that we needed to go, as we just had a rough idea, and knew it was about a 20 min drive. We got an answer back that the guide was by our car, and we were sent a photo of the guide. We exchanged confused looks, and I figured that the guide must be confusing us with someone else that had arrived. I explained where we were and that we had stopped for a drink, and questioned if the guide was by us, as we werent at our meeting spot. I couldnt figure out how he would have found our car,
but then was thinking maybe he had passed and saw the Honduran plates.
