Utila, Bay Islands, Honduras

Utila is boring if you don’t dive.

Not diving in Utila, Honduras.

I shouldn’t have left Lago de Yajoa. I loved it there for the beauty, for the nature. I could have got lost there for a bit longer. But I kind of also wanted to see more of Honduras.

But, the only other place people seemed to talk about were the Bay Islands, and they were meant to be good for diving, something I have yet to want to motivate myself to try. (After all, I’m still struggling with getting used to this whole snorkeling thing.) I considered strongly skipping the Bay Islands altogether, but I also figured there had to be other reasons to visit Utila and I don’t like taking other people’s words on things: I like to see for myself.

Besides, I’ve been to places before where devoted to diving and I still loved them. Koh Tao was one of my favorite islands in Thailand. Malapascua was gorgeous, relaxing.

I figured that maybe Utila would be the same.


But I was wrong.

As soon as I got there I got a bad taste for the place. I couldn’t get a hostel room because they were all reserved for divers. And so I ended up staying in a cheap private room somewhere that was nice, but certainly had no social atmosphere to meet anyone. There was really nothing to do by day and since everyone was out diving it was pretty quiet. And at night I had no real desire to go to a bar alone and chance having to walk back in the dark by myself.

And so I spent two days there, doing not a whole lot, and then left.

A wasted couple of days, maybe. But sometimes, I suppose, you just have to figure out that something is a waste on your own.

Utila, Honduras

Utila, Honduras

Utila, Honduras

Utila, Honduras

Utila, Honduras

Utila, Honduras

Utila, Honduras

Utila, Honduras

Hi, I'm Val. I spent most of my 20s in a standstill, unable to pick which path in life I wanted to take. I wanted the nomadic life of a traveler but also wanted the husband, the condo, and the kitten. Unable to decide which life I wanted more, I did nothing. When I turned 30 I’d had enough of putting my life on hold and decided to start “choosing my figs.” So, I quit my job, bought a one-way ticket to Europe, and traveled for three years. Now I'm back in Chicago, decorating my apartment in all the teal, petting my cats, and planning my next adventure.

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