The Vomit Comet

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I know I have missed blogging about several places but I simply can not bare to start where I left off so I will go back to Monday January 7th. On this day we arrived in La Ceba Honduras by bus. We stuffed 5 of us plus the driver in the taxi cab which was headed to the port to catch a boat to Utila. We had about an hour before we needed to leave so we got some breakfast at a nearby restaurant. As it rained sideways into the tiny restaurant we joked about what a rough boat ride it was going to be. I knew in my heart that the boat ride would probably be extremely unpleasant for me but my brain refused to except the wisdom of my heart. Dan played his guitar while we waited for the boat after breakfast, it was calming and others were clearly enjoying the free show as well. It came time to board the vomit comet (yes that is the unofficial name), as we boarded; the staff quietly mentioned that the back was less bumpy. After trying several places we settled in a row near the back. About 60 seconds into the boat departing the staff began passing out vomit bags and the ride immediately became horrific. There were windows but you couldn't see anything except the water when the boat was greatly tilted sideways which was most of the time. It was unnerving, nauseating and simply unpleasant to put it mildly. Looking around most faces were solom, there was one staff member who appeared to be amused at the distress of the passengers. I hyperventilated nearly the entire way, I was fairly certain I would not puke but gaining control of my breathing was seemingly not an option. Even Dan turned to me at one point and said I think I'm going to be sick. Wow I thought: Mr adventurous thinks he is going to be sick. The guy who loves amusement park rides and jumping off bridges. In the end he did not get sick but others sure did. There were a bunch of American students in the row in front of us who seemed to be just as miserable as us and when the horror ended upon our arrival to Utila one of them exclaimed they were never getting on a boat again! I pretty much felt the same way. There has to be a plane off this island I thought. I felt terrible and the reason we came to Utila was to take a scuba diving class. They all included accommodations so it was important to choose the right place. I asked Dan if we could just get a place for the night so that I could offer an opinion of which dive school we enrolled in while I didn't feel like death. That is just what we did and after we chose UDC which had great reviews. We played poker with people at the dive shop, a $5 buy in. It was so fun, I hadn't played poker in a bit and I really enjoyed it. We moved to the Mango Inn the next day and were upgraded to the deluxe room for the night because they were out of private rooms. It was heaven! The linens were extremely nice, we had air conditioning, a proper bathroom, actual windows, Culligan and a coffee pot! I was sad to move out the next day but our next room was sufficient.



There was a screaming child close to our room and it sounded like someone was beating the child. He had been screaming for 20 minutes straight and I snapped. I stormed out of the room and ironically the door opened to the child's room at the same time. The Dad was leaving and I saw him lunge back into the room angrily. I marched to the office to tell the manager that I thought something was wrong, she didn't care at all. I demanded the police's number; if the kid didn't stop I wanted to call someone. I never want to be the person the police interview the day after a crime and say yeah I heard someone screaming but didn't feel the need to call you guys. I returned to the room to find Dan confused as I had just burst out of the room without saying anything. I angrily repeated everything that had transpired and he promptly went and knocked on the door and asked if everything was ok. The crying stopped immediately and the mother apologized profusely for the disturbance; he asked the kid if he was ok to which there was no reply, he was small and shy. Satisfied everything was indeed ok Dan returned and I felt better. After time passed I observed the child myself and am fairly certain he is simply a demon child. I have heard plenty of tantrums but this was unlike any and I witnessed several from this young man. There were clearly no marks on him. How brave and stupid those parents were to travel abroad with him.

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Comments

[Daniela J. Krause]

Parents, Child, Control
Well, perhaps the kid is just spoiled. I just hoped the parents wont get into a huge trouble because they cant seem to handle their child well in public places. That would be a sad ending. www.yachts4fun.com