We awoke early the next day, wanting to leave as soon as possible and get to La Ceiba, the small port town from where we would catch our boat to Utila. Of course, Adam's ex was also on that bus (I wouldn't have expected anything less), but we finally got to our desired destination of Utila, after an agonising few days.
Utila was beautiful: a little Caribbean island edged with white sand and clear, warm water. We stayed in a great little place called Jade Seahorse that was the reality of an American artist's imagination. It was made up of themed cabins, and grounds that consisted of mosaics, tunnels, and colourful glass to make it look like an underwater wonderland. The owner himself was as crazy as his design, and had clearly taken far too many illegal substances in his lifetime.
|Jade Seahorse. Dress: Topshop|