Tuesday, December 27, 2016

Roatan, Honduras

Our stop yesterday was Mahogany Bay, a slightly Disneyish Carnival-owned port on the island of Roatan in Honduras. There's a little cluster of pastel-colored duty-free shops and a beach. There are also a couple of wrecked ships rusting scenically in the harbor, giving Mahogany Bay some history and authenticity and saving it from being completely bland. (Presumably they are not cruise ships.)

Not wanting to be stuck in Mahogany Bay with nowhere to go -- because we're not really beach people -- Dave and I took a sightseeing excursion up into the hills. We stopped at an overlook where we could see the breakers booming on the turquoise reef offshore.

Years ago I read a book called "Far Tortuga," by Peter Matthiessen, about sea-turtle fishermen who are stranded on a disabled boat in the Caribbean. Their goal through the entire book was to get to Roatan. I never in a million years imagined that one day I would be here.

The sightseeing van took us to a fishing village called Oak Ridge, which gave me exactly what I wanted -- an idea of how people live here. There was a little shop containing essentials, and guys sitting on an outdoor patio playing dominoes and watching an action movie on a wall-mounted television. Narrow water taxis carried passengers from the pastel-colored houses on one side of the bay to the other.

On the way to lunch our van passed this bizarre construction, a gigantic beached ship. Apparently it's a defunct nightclub. Our tour guide, Carol, told us it had been confiscated by the government because of illegal drug activity, so we couldn't go inside, but we enjoyed the folksy sculpted skulls and beach creatures on the exterior.

At lunch (refried beans, plantains, tortilla chips and yucca, provided by the cruise line) we saw a performance of a dance that supposedly represents Roatan's historic African roots. They were called Garifuna dancers, and I believe that's also the name of their language and culture. It was an interesting call-and-response song with a group dance. Carol wasn't sure exactly what the song meant, but said vaguely it was about life and joy.

Dave made friends with a puppyish local cur, who darted skittishly around our ankles and seemed to relish the attention.

On the drive back to port, Carol -- who was not a shrinking violet -- sang a rousing solo rendition of "Feliz Navidad" in the van, resulting in that song being stuck in my head the rest of the day. Thanks, Carol!


  1. kind of an odd destination, sounds like to me. but I guess the locals depend on it.

  2. What great photos! That ship/casino is quite something to see as is the wrecked ship in the harbor. It sounds like you had an interesting tour around the area.

  3. Thanks for taking us to Honduras. I bet that Olga could beat the crap out of that puppyish local cur. I wonder where you'll take us next. Please may we have one or two sneaky pictures of other cruise passengers?

  4. Well, we may drag you to the beach tomorrow anyway. You don't have to swim or do anything but sit beside the incredible water in the shade and eat the best fish in the world.
    After we tour the ruins, of course.
    And only if you want.
    Of course.

  5. It looks a bit wet there? Ah, that humid-haze sky. Where to next?

  6. Through the Panama Canal? When we went to Panama several years ago, the canal was the highlight!

  7. Great photos. I've been to other parts of Honduras. Now, it has become an expat destination, apparently. Enjoy Mexico. Lived there for a summer in the eighties, would return if I thought I could wget around.

  8. The turquoise water always fascinates me - one of the few things I'd like to see in person (as opposed to in photos).

    I can think of far worse things to get stuck in my head than Feliz Navidad ... but then I always liked Jose Feliciano's music, and that's the version that comes to mind first :)

  9. The BRD and her Beau Jack went there a few years ago. I believe it's a destination for scuba divers.

  10. You're doing the right thing by getting off the boat and sightseeing. Quite a coincidence that you read the book and all these years later visited the island.