Thursday, May 1, 2008

Guanaja Honduras - Brewski Bob Arrives!

What could be better......our good friend Brewski Bob has arrived in Guanaja Honduras to join us for the last week of our vacation?

We met Bob at the airstrip in Guanaja and the first two items that I handed him were a ice cold bottle of beer and a full spray bottle of deep woods off. Both items are a necessity for island living! The beer, Bob understood, but the bug spray? I told him to trust me on this and to use it immediately.

The airport in Guanaja is quite informal ... actually a couple of other attempts have been made to build new terminals, but for now it is comprised of a landing strip, a building that is used for storage and if you are very brave, a toilet! The Thirst and Last Stop is usually open for beverages and is owned by one of the local business men Captain Al.

We gathered up Bob's bags and soon we were cruising off on the "Fishing Tales", the Castaways Resorts fishing boat to show him his new home for the next week.

We were staying at the Castaways Resort and Marina in Guanaja and each of us had one side of the duplex. Each side had one bedroom, one bath and a large living room decorated with heavy island style furniture made right there in Honduras. Air conditioning and fans in every room, although the breezes off the Caribbean kept us cool and we never used the AC. The resort restaurant opened at 8:00am and stayed open until the last guest left in the evening and they featured good Honduran home cooking.

Depending how many rum punches we had consumed, in the afternoons, we would climb the stairs up to the "widows walk" on top of our rooms ... I don't know which was better, the oceans view or the starry night time view ... both were spectacular!

Another wonderful day in Guanaja, it's tough, but someone has to do it!

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Denise,
I am REALLY enjoying your blog. After living on Guanaja for so many years, I think sometimes it is good to SEE it through newcomers' eyes. Love your stories and your pictures.
Cathy Springer