Our last full day in Roatan the water was much smoother, but we couldn’t dive because we were going to fly the following day. My last massage was scheduled with David for first thing in the morning.
He showed up on time and we decided to do it outside on the second floor porch. He got the table ready and I got naked. I walked out in my sheet and got onto the table face down. Sean went for breakfast. David worked me hard and I groaned with the pain and pleasure of his talented hands. Man, he really knew what he was doing. Shortly, Sean came back and heard me groaning in pain,
“Is he hurting you Susie?”, he said with concern.
I moaned “Hurts so good.”
And he said “Oh. I see.”
No kidding, I tried to figure out a way for David to come to the US with us. But it just wouldn’t work out.
After my massage, I decided to go for one more snorkel in Spooky Channel. I walked down the wooden dive ladder and began to just look around and see what there was to be seen. I discovered the most amazing thing. Tiny schools of baby fish were seeking shelter under the ladder. There were all kinds of fry. Sergeant major fish, butterfly fish, needle nose gar and many more were there. They looked like exact miniatures of the adults at about an inch long.
They would have made the prettiest charms for a bracelet. I was fascinated and stayed for at least an hour gazing at them. At their size I could hardly blame them for being shy. They had quick meal written all over them. I’ll never forget seeing them.
After lunch, we gathered with most of the Dive group to go tour Coxen’s Hole. We piled into our vehicles and drove the short distance there. It was mobbed with traffic and people. Although part of the main street down by the water front was paved, there were potholes, monster puddles and uneven places everywhere. There were many tourist shops crammed together and we went to many of them. But there was really nothing new there to buy.
Idle men stood in doorways and gave the place a seedy look. We walked up a hill away from the waterfront to see what the residential areas were like. The residential areas were a bit nicer than the waterfront, but that wasn’t saying much. We noticed that we were being followed at a distance by a gentleman in his 40’s and at one point Sean lost his patience and asked him what he wanted. It turned out he wanted to give us a “guided tour”. Sean told him to get lost and thankfully he did.
Back down along the waterfront, we continued to walk along the now dirt street to the dock where the cruise ships moor.
We saw one couple dressed in their linen suits as if they were in Fort Lauderdale. They looked completely lost. We really were not that impressed with Coxen’s Hole at least as far as the waterfront goes. We joked about rich cruise folks arriving here with nothing to do or buy or see. The town needed a total revamp of roads and services just looking at it. The infrastructure was just a mess. Electric services looked cobbed together. One could only guess what else it needed if one took the trouble to ask around. If there was any charm here once now apparent in other towns, such as West End, it was long gone. We wondered where all the tourist dollars were going and whether the government was corrupt and how the money was being siphoned away from the people.
We returned to our hotel for dinner. Tomorrow we were flying home.
This trip is the last one we have taken. So I hope you enjoyed my summary and until our next great adventure, happy trails to you! Until we meet again!