A town with a little more then that sleep feel of life going by as fast as the seasons. We arrived at the West End of Roatan. Know for it’s prolific diving, long white beaches, and vacationers. A compacted sand road runs along the waterfront. Restaurants, bars, and dive shops have the laughter and noise of people and pleasure spilling out on to the sand main drag. Shoes and shirt not require, money even if only a little, required for the homemade helado, beer, and gift shops. The coastline is one crescent shape after the next, accounting for the numerous locations named “Half Moon Bay”. It is quite a change from our location 5 hours East where we shared a vacant bay with one other boat. Where no music from the bars tried to lure us a shore until the wee hours of the morning.
At our last two anchorings we ran into people we knew from Rio Dulce. We didn’t know anyone when we arrived but were warmth welcomed by our neighboring boat, a stones throw away. The dive shops want $10 a tank instead of the $7 we paid and at Old French Harbor, and most of their tanks are in use, making difficult to find any. There is a place that does Yoga a few times a week, volleyball nets and many more young active people.
We have all decided it is very different from the less stimulating quiet life we have been living. A day here then back on the ocean wide, to catch the easterlies back to Guatemala. The wind should be at our backs, and sea pushing us along. The ride is expected to be much easier then the beat to weather we had to get here. Until our next landing.
Love Kwiana
