Everything just went downhill. It was a really scary time.
In the wake of a deadly hantavirus outbreak aboard the Hondius expedition vessel, sixteen Americans now sit in quiet isolation at the University of Nebraska Medical Center — not because they are sick, but because the world has learned, at great cost, to treat proximity to danger as danger itself. Three lives have been lost, eleven cases confirmed or suspected across fifteen nations, and a ship that once carried travelers to the edges of the Earth was turned away from port after port before finally being allowed to dock in the Canary Islands. What unfolds in Omaha is not merely a medical quarantine but a meditation on the invisible boundaries between wonder and risk, between the extraordinary journey and its unforeseen consequences.
- A once-in-a-lifetime expedition to some of the planet's most remote corners turned lethal when the Andes strain of hantavirus emerged aboard the Hondius in its final days at sea.
- Three passengers have died and eleven cases have been confirmed or suspected, while no port would accept the ship for nearly a week — a floating crisis refused entry by nation after nation.
- Spain ultimately allowed the vessel to dock in the Canary Islands, breaking the deadlock and enabling the evacuation of passengers from fifteen countries.
- Sixteen Americans, including one who tested positive upon arrival, are now confined to the University of Nebraska Medical Center's National Quarantine Unit for a mandatory forty-day isolation with daily blood draws and no outside contact.
- One symptomatic American was rerouted to Emory University Hospital's biocontainment facility in Atlanta, underscoring the severity of a virus for which no approved treatment currently exists.
Jake Rosmarin, a Monroe native, is forty days into a single room at the University of Nebraska Medical Center — no symptoms, no visitors, just a stationary bike, Wi-Fi, and a window he keeps deliberately shut. He is one of sixteen Americans quarantined there after exposure to the Andes strain of hantavirus aboard the Hondius, a small expedition cruise ship that became the center of a deadly international outbreak. Eleven people across multiple countries have been confirmed or suspected infected; three have died.
The voyage had been remarkable. Rosmarin and roughly 150 passengers from fifteen nations visited South Georgia Island, home to the world's largest king penguin colony, and the remote Tristan da Cunha. They swam in the open ocean above fifteen thousand feet of seafloor. Then, in the final days before disembarkation, word spread that someone aboard had tested positive for hantavirus — and the world, one port at a time, closed its doors to them.
For nearly a week, no country would accept the ship. Spain eventually relented, allowing the Hondius to dock in the Canary Islands. The Americans were flown to Omaha on May 12th. One tested positive for the Andes strain upon arrival; another, already symptomatic, was diverted to Emory University Hospital in Atlanta for treatment in a biocontainment unit. The remaining sixteen were admitted to Nebraska's National Quarantine Unit, where isolation is absolute — no mingling between patients, no outside contact, only daily temperature checks and blood work.
Rosmarin describes his room as more spacious than the ship's cabin. He exercises, rests, and waits. The dread he felt during that week adrift — governments refusing entry, repatriation uncertain, the virus's presence undeniable — has settled into something quieter: a patient resignation, and thirty-nine days still to go.
Jake Rosmarin, a Monroe native, is spending forty days in a single room at the University of Nebraska Medical Center, watching the hours pass from behind a closed window. He is one of sixteen Americans quarantined there after exposure to hantavirus on the Hondius, a small expedition cruise ship that became the center of a deadly outbreak. The virus—specifically the Andes strain—has sickened at least eleven people across multiple countries and killed three. Rosmarin has no symptoms. He feels well. But he will remain isolated anyway, a precaution born from the chaos of the previous weeks.
The trip had been extraordinary until it wasn't. Rosmarin and roughly 150 other passengers from fifteen nations had traveled to some of the world's most remote places: South Georgia Island, home to the largest king penguin colony on Earth, and Tristan da Cunha. They swam in the open ocean fifteen thousand feet above the seafloor near the equator. It was, by his account, a once-in-a-lifetime experience. Then, in the final day or two before they were supposed to disembark, word came that someone aboard had tested positive for hantavirus. Everything changed.
What followed was a week of mounting dread. No port would accept the ship. Spain finally relented, allowing the Hondius to dock in the Canary Islands so passengers could be evacuated. The Americans were flown to Omaha on Monday, May 12th. Seventeen Americans and one British dual citizen made the journey. One tested positive for the Andes strain upon arrival. Another had begun showing symptoms and was sent instead to Emory University Hospital in Atlanta for treatment in a biocontainment facility. The remaining sixteen, including Rosmarin, were admitted to the University of Nebraska Medical Center's National Quarantine Unit.
Inside his room, Rosmarin has a stationary bike, Wi-Fi, a bathroom, and a window he keeps deliberately closed. "Much more spacious than the ship," he told CBS News. Every day brings a temperature check and blood work. There are no visitors except medical staff. No mingling between patients. Michael Wadman, the medical director of the unit, has made clear that isolation is absolute. Rosmarin spends his days relaxing, exercising, staying comfortable. He has little sense of what is happening beyond his walls. He doesn't know the status of his fellow passengers. He knows only that he is in what he believes is the best care available, and that he has thirty-nine days remaining.
The fear he felt during that week on the ship—when governments turned away a vessel carrying sick people, when repatriation seemed uncertain, when the virus's presence became undeniable—has given way to a kind of patient resignation. He is trying to stay positive. He has no choice but to wait.
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I know I'm in the best care possible, and I'm just trying to stay positive.— Jake Rosmarin, quarantined passenger
It was a really, really unbelievable experience" before the outbreak became known.— Jake Rosmarin, describing the expedition cruise
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What was it like when you first learned there was a confirmed case aboard?
It was sudden. We were told in the final stretch before we were supposed to leave the ship, and everything just fell apart from there. The fear wasn't abstract—it was real people, real sickness, and no one willing to let us dock.
Did you feel sick at any point?
No. I feel well. No symptoms at all. But that doesn't change the fact that I was exposed, and that's why I'm here.
Forty days is a long time to be alone in a room. How are you managing it?
I try to stay positive. The room is comfortable, better than the ship in some ways. I have a bike, Wi-Fi. But you're right—it's isolation. I don't know what's happening outside these walls.
Do you regret going on the cruise?
No. Before the outbreak, it was unbelievable. We saw things most people never see. King penguins, remote islands, swimming in the deep ocean. That part was real and extraordinary.
What do you want people to understand about this?
That this virus is serious. Three people have died. The protocols here are strict for a reason. And that sometimes the scariest part isn't the illness itself—it's the uncertainty and the waiting.