My wife and I, along with some friends, went on a cruise recently. It was a 7 day cruise, and by the last stop I was ready to break off from the group with my camera and explore the island. The last port before home was the Roatan Islands in Honduras. My wife and our friends took a taxi to one of the beaches, while I started walking north west. The area outside the port seemed depressed, but it didn’t seem dangerous. I met a few people along the way, a few kids just getting out of school and some fishermen who had just returned from a charter. There were a few Americans from Portland, OR that lived on the island for most of the year.
I made it about four miles in when I noticed one of the locals yelling at me from a house I had photographed about 100 yards back. I couldn’t understand a word he was saying but, it was clear that he wasn’t happy. He began to head in my direction carrying a machete. At this point it is obvious that I have gotten way over my head. I’m slightly outgunned, it’s not like I am going to fight him off with my canon zoom lens. So, I begin to make my way back to the boat. His pace becomes a little more frantic, so I am becoming a little m0re frantic. Luckily, a taxi stopped when crazy guy with the machete really started closing in. I have never been so excited to see a Toyota Corolla in my life.
I was able to get some fantastic photos and get back to the boat without having any limbs hacked off by angry local guy.
