#boatique

[roadjanus]

Traffic jam and then such a tranquil place.

[roadjanus]

February 23. Bright and early we left Antigua to drive a long and torturous way to the Caribbean coast. We left for our stay with the Garifunas, a population of Mestizos who are descendants of African slaves who escaped from the Caribbean islands. On the drive we saw a lot of farmland. Melons, cantaloupe, pineapple, squash, rubber trees, and cow business. Very productive farms. Then, OMG we got stuck in the worst traffic jam we’ve ever seen. Selvyn, our guide, was passing and having to drive in the ditch. There was some minor road work being done and how it caused such a giant traffic jam we do not know. The air conditioning was not working and with the windows open we got to breathe in all the diesel fumes from the huge number of trucks that surrounded us. Often it was impossible to see where the lanes were and if Selvyn had not aggressively started to pass we’d still be there.

Rio Dulce is the town we came to and we realized that we had to take a boat to our hotel — Boatique. And we came to the hotel and it was as cute as a button. Open dining room with a thatched roof. Each room was a small, thatched building. With paths above water leading from room to room with water cabbages and ducks and water lilies lining the paths. The resort had been built by a Canadian family in an effort to employ locals. and they were the most lovely employees. Any business would be proud of those people. We adored them. They treated us like gold. The young men, the young women, the old women. All went above and beyond for us.

[olaloakahuna]

big Kahuna makes it to #boatique finally #wine #woodies (at Boatique Winery)