When deciding on a place to stay in Roatan, I actually did something I almost never do... I booked ahead.
That's right I booked a hostel ahead of time because I knew the exact amount of time I would stay on the island minus people asking me to stay longer. The hostel had excellent reviews and the location was perfect.
Although, the thing with booking ahead is that you have little or no flexibility to move.
It seemed to be a permanent decision for me. The owner was lovely-from New Mexico and married a local Honduran guy producing two beautiful boys. She was amazingly cool, but very serious about prices and they were set a bit higher than they needed to be.
When I arrived, the house looked more than a few years old. It was located at the top of the hill near on a dirt road with lots of rocks. It reminded me of a house in Mulholland drive in Los Angeles. There were three girls sitting in the front porch welcoming me inside and asking 20 questions. There sat this little house with 4 "rooms" upstairs and 2 rooms downstairs, I had been assigned a little room on the top floor. Well, little is an understatement as it was the size of a prison cell. Keep in mind I am used to being spoiled as I make friends with owners and receive the big room at a low, discounted rate(Perk of strongly connecting with others and being nice).
While I tried to ask about some other rooms, she offered my the large guesthouse back near the pool for $40 dollars a night. It had a total of six different beds, a living room, kitchen area, and high ceilings. Being aware of my budget, I was thinking to myself,
"Take a bigger room and just eat bananas or take a prison cell room for $15 and eat like a queen."
It was clear that there was no room for negotiation with her (no room..haha), therefore I accepted the small room. The small room, which was above the common area where all the girls sit and talk. That was the worst part about it's location. It was 2 weeks there and I had to use my decorating abilities to turn it into a home. It seemed nice being next to mini library, but a girl was always sitting there and it felt tight with two people.
That's right I booked a hostel ahead of time because I knew the exact amount of time I would stay on the island minus people asking me to stay longer. The hostel had excellent reviews and the location was perfect.
Although, the thing with booking ahead is that you have little or no flexibility to move.
It seemed to be a permanent decision for me. The owner was lovely-from New Mexico and married a local Honduran guy producing two beautiful boys. She was amazingly cool, but very serious about prices and they were set a bit higher than they needed to be.
When I arrived, the house looked more than a few years old. It was located at the top of the hill near on a dirt road with lots of rocks. It reminded me of a house in Mulholland drive in Los Angeles. There were three girls sitting in the front porch welcoming me inside and asking 20 questions. There sat this little house with 4 "rooms" upstairs and 2 rooms downstairs, I had been assigned a little room on the top floor. Well, little is an understatement as it was the size of a prison cell. Keep in mind I am used to being spoiled as I make friends with owners and receive the big room at a low, discounted rate(Perk of strongly connecting with others and being nice).
While I tried to ask about some other rooms, she offered my the large guesthouse back near the pool for $40 dollars a night. It had a total of six different beds, a living room, kitchen area, and high ceilings. Being aware of my budget, I was thinking to myself,
"Take a bigger room and just eat bananas or take a prison cell room for $15 and eat like a queen."
It was clear that there was no room for negotiation with her (no room..haha), therefore I accepted the small room. The small room, which was above the common area where all the girls sit and talk. That was the worst part about it's location. It was 2 weeks there and I had to use my decorating abilities to turn it into a home. It seemed nice being next to mini library, but a girl was always sitting there and it felt tight with two people.
You can't always get what you want, but if you try sometimes then you might find-you get what you need. Song
No comments:
Post a Comment