I am expatriate (to Honduras) progeny and have been slumming [er] La Ceiba for the better part of my life. I watched this hotel being built, and it was awe-inspiring. The pool is lovely (though WTF is going on with those creepy gnomes in the kiddie-side?) and the atmosphere is ideal for a breakfast or lunch meeting. The food is ho-hum, but so is most is in this city, so I'm hesitant to slam. It's okay, basically.
But last week, against every fiber of my constitution (I was with someone else) I stayed in a room.
And yeah, I understand that it feels clean and safe and whatever, and that US$130 isn't exactly highway robbery to your average (North) American. Got it.
BUT, all I could think of as I puffed a Belmont like some rat in the corner of the 9-foot cement-sided patio (south-facing, toward the trashy lot behind La Palapa) was "Why am I not at Villas Pico Bonito? Or frankly any place up on the Cangrejal river, gazing upon nature, and paying half the price...?)
Or -for heaven's sake- the Hotel Paris. Jeez. At least it's cheaper and I don't have to worry about getting hit on by awkward Americans (who stay at LQR because they can't speak Spanish) with cigar ash on their shirts and dollar bills falling out of their pockets.
- Quinta Real Hotel
