The Boat to Corn Island

Well after getting up at 3am, so as not to miss the only passenger ferry going to Corn Island until Wednesday, we didn't even board it till 6am! Me and the other travellers decided to have a sleep by the dock while we waited!

Sleeping backpackers by the dock!

So then the boat turns up and apparently it's full and they can't take any more people! Everyone is really annoyed, as you can imagine, and no one wants to wait 3 days till Wednesday so the captain comes up with a compromise and says we can come on his boat, but it's at our own risk! Well to be fair, even if it wasn't "at our own risk" I can't imagine they would've taken responsibility if it sank! 

So on we hop onto what I could only really describe as a ship similar to the ones used to get immigrants over the meditteranean from morocco to Spain, you know the ones that sink and everyone drowns...here's a picture:

About to set sail on the carribean seas!

Not a single space on the deck!

Catalina and Yalesca squashed into the only space on the floor they could find!

The Danish, nearing Corn Island...we are all relieved the journey is almost over

There wasn't a single space to sit, there were just enough life jackets, and everytime the ship went down a big wave and up again the waves splashed into the boat. I've never been sea sick before but, boy, was I sick on this 6 hour marathon. 

Me sat next to a sleeping Johan, not looking particularly enthralled about the prospect of the ship sinking and being eaten by sharks!

Grey storm clouds cover the sky as we set off at 5am into fairly choppy waters

A beautiful sunrise over the Carribean sea 

Fortunately the seas were quite calm, the boat was fine (even if a little uncomfortable but what do you expect for $8) we survived, what an adventure hey!? I mean it's a bit cliche, but it's all about the journey, it's how you get there, it's the people you meet along the way and if I hadn't done this journey I would never have met the Danish people (Johan, Catalina and Yal Esca, I can't spell his name!) or seen the lovely Spanish couple again, who'd had their passport and bag stolen on the way to El Rama...