I doubt that this 25 yr old story will provide much useful information, but you may find it interesting. Two friends & I rented a beach house on the windward side of Utila from a Dallas businessman for a week of fishing
. His family
owned a guide service
that specialized in Central & South America
. In his many trips to Utila, he married a daughter of the man that provisioned his fishing
trips and consequently was able to build the "big gringo's" house on the island. She was actually was a Miss Honduras so it was pretty good duty. The windward side of the island was accessible only by boat - either by sea or by canoe via a channel through the jungle, but it only had water
at high tide. Not recommended. The rental was supposed to be "furnished". Food
, drinks, boats, captain
, cook. The food
did not exist. Our "offshore" boat listed heavily to port because the starboard engine
was dismantled on the beach so we did not really trust it for much off shore duty. We literally were isolated for a week and dependent on "catch". It was great! Hookup to fire measured in just a minute or two. Crabs from the beach were unexpectedly delicious. The captain
knew how to fish
and his wife knew how to cook.
After returning to the leward side of the island, our charter
plane arrived to pluck us from paradise. The airport
consisted of a very short, rough runway that stretched across a narrow peninsula.... water on both ends. The weather
was hot, humid and the Cessna 172 was loaded heavily with 3 of us plus the pilot. I was very concerned and asked to see his takeoff calculation. Of course, there are none and my request is met with that familiar response, "No Problem, Senoir". He pulled out onto the strip, killed the engine
, got out and pushed the plane backwards so that the tail was over the water behind us.... Making the runway just a little longer. As we bounced down the runway, the plane's instrument panel became disconnected and, I in the right seat held it off the yoke until we had altitude and the pilot could reattach it. No worry, we had yards of runway to spare.
That's how you build memories.