Roatan Island, and then I had to wave you goodbye and continue with my journey. But truth is, I left a part of my heart with you in order to ensure that I have to come back.
Time to untie the ropes and prepare for sail. But for now these two look perfectly content and happy.
Roatan Island, time to say ‘till the next time’. The boat beckons.
The charming port shopping centre with an incredible collection of stores for indulging in. But it was time to tear myself away.
Honduras! Football Jerseys. Yay to that. I should have brought one home …
The good life, gelato and feet up on the Island.
Just in case I forgot how I got there, signage had been considered …
Mojito anybody?
Walking the streets of Coxen Hole I found a Grave Yard and went in for a look. I do seek our Grave Yards. They tell of history, loss and love and offer insight into an area. Specifically a small town. Here I found no pirates buried. But I did find love and remembrance. Simplicity and Honour.
Coxen Hole, colourful electricians.
Coxen Hole, Catholic Church on the main road.
My organized tour around Roatan Island was very happy making, but I wanted to see some of the ‘real island’ and for this needed to venture away from the immediate area of Coxen Hole. Here is some of what I experienced.
Roatan Island, walking down the main road of Coxen Hole back towards the boat, this gorgeous home on the water’s edge was one I could easily have stayed to live in.
Paradise.
Roatan Island has a very rich history of Pirate occupation which includes residency of Blackbeard and John Coxen among others. Arrrr …. I see why they loved it here!
