Flying, Honduran Style

Hey, check it out (or check it out Dawg as Randy from American Idol would say). This is the puddle jumper we took from San Pedro Sula to Roatan. I wasn't shocked because I have done it before, but I thought my mom might need Valium to make it. She doesn't particularly like prop planes, especially small ones.

Lorainne are you reading this? (a friend who goes to great lengths to avoid anything that isn't jet service). Maria (our wonderful mutual friend) make sure she sees this, ok? And the good news is there is jet service directly to Roatan from the States, but for now only on Saturdays, and I wanted to stay more than a week. but less than two. So when you all come down to visit you can take a jet.

So back to my mom and prop planes. Not only did she have to get on, but they put her in the first row, the emergency row. I don't think she understood a word of the Spanglish the flight attendant spoke, informing her that she was in the emergency exit row (row one with complete view of cock pit when the door wasn't shut) and would be required to open the door in case of emergency. She nodded her head yes, and I though heaven help us, she can't get the lid off her penicillen bottle (tooth surgery the day before we left, just a precaution...but probably good for anything else that could possibly ail her while we are here) how on earth or in the sky will she get the door open on the airplane?

But we didn't need her to. What a relief.

So you see how they load the luggage, (speaking of which sometimes your bag can make it on in San Pedro Sula, but on the way to Roatan can get knocked off in La Ceiba, a stop on the way if there is more important or other baggage that is heavier or who knows what that also needs to get to Roatan). I know. This happened to me in February.

The ride was short, loud and ueventful. Not even a peanut to be had, but no worries, my dad even thought of that. He bought us a huge bottle of our very own.

Always an adventure!