Modes of Transportation: Panga "Water Taxi"

To get from Big Corn Island to Little Corn Island, one must take a “water taxi”. They run two to three times a day depending on a) the weather or b) if anyone is still alive after the first ride across.

We shared a road taxi with our tanned friend from the flight and followed her down to the dock. Immediately we noticed that everyone had brought trashbags or special coverings for their luggage. Everyone, that is, except for us. R was smart enough to wear his trunks, but that was the extent of our savvyness. We didn’t know what we were getting into obviously.

We piled into the boat and just when I thought my birthing-hips couldn’t be smooshed any further, more people jumped in. I was stuck between a now well-known sleeping fog horn and a lady who hadn’t shaved her legs since 1989. I was kinda impressed. She hauled on a large plant and a pinata. I love how seconds prior, people were scrambling to cover up their belongings with trashbags and this lady plops down a paper pinata. I don’t think it made it. The plant did, though. It was in my face the whole ride.

While waiting to take off, it started to rain and the drivers gave us a tarp to pull over our heads. At this time, there was still room on the boat for more passengers (believe it or not), so we waited for more people to come. About ten minutes later, it had stopped raining, and we pulled the tarp off. While doing so, we noticed that about 10 more people had arrived on the dock. Some guy behind me yelled, “Surprise!” to the new group as if they didn’t know people were under the tarp. I was the only one who laughed out loud.

Once we got going, they pulled the tarp back over and R’s job was to hold it fastened down on the side. My job was to smell the lady’s flowers and take photos.

My other job was apparently to squeal everytime we went over a wave. This isn’t your mother’s boat ride, my friends. They are gunning this thing at max speed and with each wave, your body tilts backwards to face the sky, and then thump! You hit the sea again. And I don’t mean thump, I mean THUMP. On the ride back, we learned to sit on our lifejacket, instead of wear it. Much more comfortable.
At some point during the ride over, everyone collectively agreed to remove the tarp. We were getting wet anyway and no one could breathe. I was ready for a hot shower. Wait, we don’t have heated water where we’re going… stay tuned!
Up next: Getting lost on LCI — sometimes good, sometimes bad.

8 comments on “Modes of Transportation: Panga "Water Taxi"

  1. mengi34 says:

    I’m ready for more! Write NOW!

  2. Anonymous says:

    hahaha, i love the plant in almost every pic.amy

  3. Anonymous says:

    Did you buy those shorts dyed that way?? Love the look of the “LIFE JACKETS” as neck gear!! You didn’t tell Pat about that before you left, did you??Love it, more please!Unc

  4. Carolyn says:

    The ride over caused some memory loss, but I’m trying!

  5. Bruce L. Snell says:

    I’m in total agreement with mengi34, get in gear Collier!-Bruce

  6. JessHart27 says:

    I think I will need you to mail some Febreze to Japan b/c I just peed all over my couch while reading your blog. Oopsies.

  7. Carolyn says:

    LOL. I have many different scents!

  8. Tom says:

    Well done, I’m completely impressed. Come on, give us the rest of it. I need to let my sister know what we missed out on. And one of my coworkers walked in while I was laughing at my computer screen, so thanks for that.

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