Passport, check. Mosquito nets, got ‘em. U/W camera housings, somewhere in the darkest chasms of my pack…
In 4 hours, we’re off to DCA and then headed down to Roatan, a Caribbean island off the northern coast of Honduras. The girls and I will be spending the next three weeks in a little seaside cabin equipped with a kitchen and surrounded by banana, plantain and avocado trees—all of which, I’m told, are free for the taking.
The plan is to dive, swim, dive, drink, dive, build sand castles and dive. And work, of course: My shrinking little studio is packed in my carry-on, and they say broadband access on Roatan is quite good. So as long as the work keeps coming in, Gypsy Creative is hard at work.
But beyond that, there is no plan.
Putting a deposit down on a cabin is pretty good for us. Last time Tara and I went to Central America, the only advance booking we did was buy two tickets to Central America. Rented a little 2-door diesel Land Cruiser in San Jose and wandered Costa Rica from the Pacific to the Caribbean coast. We both agree that there’s no better way to travel. This time around, Siena Kaya will be traveling with us so we thought we should at least have somewhere to go when the plane lands.
Aside from the diving and snorkeling, which is apparently spectacular—Roatan being home to the second largest coral reef system in the world—I don’t think we’ll be at a loss for stuff to do. We’ve looked into zipline canopy tours, butterfly gardens, motorcycle rentals, and horseback riding. But we’ll see when we get there. As for Siena Kaya (age 3 in August), she’s made it clear that sand castle construction is at the top of her “to-do list.”
We’ll just have to see…
