Roatan

So I am well aware of the fact that I have left you all hanging, desperately awaiting the next installment of my harrowing adventures in Honduras (am I laying the sarcasm on thick enough? Can you hear it from there?). I appologize. As my friend Paul so elloquently says, I just couldn't be bothered. My schedule was entirely packed with diving, sunbathing, listening to live bands, and eating amazing food. I appologize for... well, nothing, I have had an amazing time. Roatan, another of the Bay Islands, is about two hours off the coast of mainland Honduras by ferry (18 minutes by plane... the ferry is slooowww), and many many times the size of Utila. We stayed on the west end of the island (quite originally named "West End" hmm...), in a little bungalow on the beach (BEAUTIFUL). We had a private beach and a dock leading to a gazebo over the sea, where we watched many a sunset over the Caribbean, and during the day we dived (dove?) our guts out. There were SO MANY FISH around the reef. I was chased by a giant green moray eel, I watched an octopus eat a conch (okay, I sat for a while staring at the octopus and the conch, but Paul promised he was going to eat it. I made it happen in my mind... trust me... it was cool), I fell in love with banded puffer fish (they are so ugly they are cute), and I learned a little more about who I am and what I can do.
Don't get me wrong, I am not plugging Roatan over Utila (though I had much better company on Roatan). Roatan is more expensive, more pretentious, and every day the main road is plagued with tourists off the cruise ships whose noses are covered in that ridiculous suncream that never fades, and who are loud, obnoxious, and generally embarassing to their countrymen (me) who would like to absorb some local culture rather than scream my personal culture out over anything else.
That being said, I had a great time. I do tend to entertain myself fairly effeciently, and I had lots of help. So Roatan only gets one thumb up, but the diving gets two thumbs way up. In the words of my idol, Edith Ann, "And that's the truth."