We don’t have to leave for the airport until about 1, so this morning is dedicated to walking through the Carambola gardens and up to the top of Mt. Carambola: a hair-raising 253 meters! But the gardens are beautiful and we cruise by cashew trees, pineapple and banana bushes, ginger and coffee plants, non-blooming orchids and ponytail palms, and just generally the ooh-ooh aah-aah jungle. Crossing the little stream on rotting wooden bridges, we arrive at the “summit” and Marvin and the birthday boy ham it up for pictures:
Walking around we head to the north side, and can see the ocean and the resort from our heights. Pretty cool, actually, but have to be careful posing for pictures on the wooden deck because the fecund surroundings have created a mossy, slick sheen on the wood and it’s way slippery!
A parting group shot
and then we head back down for a a traditional Honduran breakfast and a little french toast on the side, then load the bus and head home. But, as it turns out, not before I find out that once again, my American Express number has been stolen and used for (what else?) plane tickets in every direction. I’m getting to be a pro at this, but luckily the folks at AX are just as good at finding these incidences before they cost me anything. Oh, and at the airport, I find out that I’ve been bumped up to first class on both legs home. I guess there’s sometimes a real perk to traveling so much! til next time…