As I still can’t get my laptop (where many photos are stored) to connect to the internet I just managed to take a few photos of where I am staying on my iPad
before the wind picked up and the rain came! Both of these contributed to a dreadful night’s sleep. More than a few times I was woken by what seemed to be large rocks crashing onto the roof. Naturally, I thought I was about to be murdered but it turned out to be fruit, the size of horse chestnuts, blown off the trees in the storm.
Memories of sightseeing in the rain in Canada sprang to mind so, nothing ventured etc I embarked on a whistle stop tour of the island. It appears to be largely unspoilt with people living simple and uncomplicated lives and then in the middle of nowhere, round a corner you come across this:
Somewhat unbelievably, this is a discotheque – or, rather, was until the government closed it down as, quelle surprise, it was being used for money laundering!
The rained had eased a little when I stopped at Oak Ridge where I was taken by boat for a trip through the mangroves.
It is said that some of these strange waterways were dug out by pirates as they created ideal hiding places from the authorities. Iguanas abound here but I didn’t see any as, apparently, they don’t like wet weather! Neither did I see, I am happy to say, any snakes (mainly boa constrictors!) which, at certain times of the year, are much in evidence as they like feeding on young birds. Yuk!
Out in the open again, numerous ‘holiday homes’ mostly owned by Americans were pointed out to me. The huge villa in the picture is occupied only for about 1 week a year! Having seen the conditions in which some of the poorer people live here, I’m surprised there is not more trouble between the locals and the holiday home owners.
My water journey ended back in Oak Ridge which is, itself, something of a ‘water town’
Transport by boat is often the only way of getting to/from many of the waterside dwellings here.
One more stop before returning to my ‘hut’ was at BJ’s bar and restaurant owned by a sweet old American lady of the same name who knew Anne Jennings, the writer of Roatan Odyssey I was telling you about earlier.
The forecast for tomorrow is much the same as today so lounging on the beach is not an option. I will have to go exploring again!
Have a good week y’all.
Richard
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You certainly seem to be getting around , would have loved to see Hemmingways house as I was quite a fan of his , my father met him in Spain when the old man was with the International Brigade however they didn’t get on surprise surprise if you can remember what my dad was like . Enjoying your blog
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