8am -- wake up to next door neighbour's rooster who likes to crow incessantly starting at 5am. Within a few hours its sound has permeated my sleep bubble. Matthew is often returning from his morning jog and about to hop in the ocean to swim laps. I smartly choose to remain cocooned in bed. What happens when you don't ignore the rooster? Exercise, that's what.
Occasionally we'll both sleep til 8 or so then together we'll go for a normal person's definition of an early morning walk.
|About to jump into the ocean after a run|
10am -- By 10 the heat is cranked up. Showers followed by breakfast is necessary. We'll either have simple toast and cheese at our guest house (or maybe splurge on Nutella? Yum!) or take a 10 minute walk into town. Our go-to is "desayuno tipico" (Honduran breakfast of two fried tortillas, scrambled eggs, cheese, beans, meat or avocado, and sour cream) with a pineapple smoothie to share. This comes to a total of $10 USD for the two of us including tip.
11am -- During the hottest hours of the day (11-3) Utila Town noticeably slows down as siesta breaks become common place. I read in the shade, indulge in a nap, drop by Alton's Dive Center next door for an afternoon beer, or attempt to go online if the power/internet speed permit.
If we're going diving in the afternoon we'll head out around 12.30pm and return by 5pm.
|Even this iguana knows to stay put during the afternoon|
5-8pm -- Walk into town (or go a bit further if we didn't have a chance in the morning), catch the sunset, and grab dinner.
8-11pm ish -- Usually turn down a party invite to hang out together back at our place. If the wind's right, we'll star gaze on the dock with drinks in hand, read, and/or catch up on the internet until drooping eyelids get the best of us.
Before you hate me too much, let me say that my days in Utila are numbered. This weekend we'll be leaving Honduras and travelling to Belize where my sister will join us on her reading week from university.
More stories coming soon! In the meantime, here are some photos from our time in Utila.
|M channelling his inner yogi|
|Curried shrimp, coconut rice and beans, fried plantain, and potato and beet salad|
|This sign made me laugh|