My six nights in the West End village of Roatan (Feb.7 to Feb.13) were pretty low key, but then again, ‘tis what I desired out of the experience. I’m not one to hang out in bars by myself anyway. Not anymore, at least.
A consistent theme that I heard from the locals was that the West End had become really built up in the last 12-15 years. Indeed, there were boutiques, restaurants and gift shops along the main road that would have fit perfectly in Southern California or parts of Florida. It was only about five years ago that electricity became available throughout Roatan, according to the owner of the Mariposa Lodge. Somehow, though, the West End has kept its Caribbean village charm. The main road through the West End was still dirt, and heavily potholed dirt, at that. The demographic of visitors to the beach was higher for Hondurans than foreigners, and there were enough local institutions mixed in with the tourist shops to provide glimpses into everyday Roatanian’s lives. I was a bit put off by the touristy nature of the West End when I first arrived, but after a couple of days, I slipped into the groove and realized that it was far from overdone.
I like to call this one the ‘fish of my youth,’ as its colors reflect exactly how I dressed in 1986. Good times.
Somebody there might have thought that he was going to get fed… . Not from me, dude!
That last one had some pretty bulgy eyeballs, don’tcha think?
Free Willy! Alright, not really.