Da Leaky Red Boat
This photo might not look glamorous, but the story behind it was and always will be, one of my favorite travel misadventures. This was taken by my friend Cassie, last March when we were visiting Little Corn Island, off the coast of Nicaragua.
The sun was beginning to set and we were waiting on the dock to catch our boat, adorably named, Da Little Red Boat, back to Big Corn. We crammed on with several other people and set off, leaving a wake of heavy diesel fumes in our wake.
Once we were in the middle of the channel, you know, far away from land, the boat proceeded to break down. This happened, no once, not twice, but four times. At one point we thought for sure we were stranded. The sun started to sink below the water, the sky became dark, the waves were growing and the distance to land seemed much farther away. The tranquility I had gained on Little Corn, was rapidly replaced with the scent of panic.
All the passengers were sweating bullets as the mechanic, a skilled 12 year old (thank you where you are- hopefully MIT- you child genius!), went below deck to make the necessary adjustments to get the boat moving againn.
Our hour long ferry turned into a three hour journey, but we made it back. Safely on land we learned from some of the Big Corn locals that 'Da Little Red Boat' was actually called, 'Da Leaky Red Boat' and apparently these break downs happen quite frequently.
This left of our journey kept the three of us laughing the rest of our trip.
Moral of the story: Always double check the name of the boat!