Bye bye Roatan (part 3)

The next day the weather was mildly better but only by a slight margin. The winds had subsided and the sea seemed calmer. The weather conditions of the previous days had clouded my desire to go for scuba diving since there was no way i would get on a boat unless i was violently dragged on one.

It’s amazing what a nice breakfast and a great coffee at Rudy’s can do for the mood. The gloomy weather didn’t seem so bad anymore and the calmer sea calmed my worries. I was going to try the scuba diving. Like it was meant to happen, we were announced that we would go by car to the eastern part of the island for the dive which was much calmer and the reef was more virgin; all in all a great place to explore underwater. Great! Despina chickened out so i headed to the diving school alone.

Myself, Shawn and Sandra, the three people doing the exploratory scuba diving geared up and headed to the classroom. Introduction to scuba started with a 40 minute orientation video of scuba basics. To my surprise Despina joined us midway through the lesson so we had to rewind the damned thing all the way from the beginning.
Following that we joined the rest of the divers and snorkelers for the trip to the east coast. Despina would snorkel. After a short trip we reached to the other side of the island. As told, the waters could not be calmer. We got on the boat and headed to the reef.
Our instructor didn’t waste any time and after a five minute speech mostly about communication underwater threw us into the deep. And my, how different was the world below water.

The grey sky was replaced by the deep blue of the sea and the green forests by the reef. Words cannot describe what i saw, so i will leave the forthcoming video to do the talking.

The dive took less than expected and finished in about thirty minutes. Fresh fruits, biscuits and dry towels were expecting us on the boat. We comforted ourselves and dried up. Although the weather was nice and warm, our bodies were shivering from the dive. We then headed back to the van and took the way to the west coast.

We joined the group again just before seven for the daily briefing and the dinner. As for that, our CEO had arranged a typico dinner with the Garifuna; the true local inhabitants of the Roatan islands. We departed the hotel and arrived to the community a short later. To our pleasant surprise, the locals had prepared an outdoors area as our dinner spot. It was a wall-less kiosk with a leaf covered roof. Some christmas like lights softly lit the place contributing to the majestic ambience. Macy, our hostess, welcomed us to her village while also introducing us to the dinner; homemade cooked chicken, couch soup, rice and beans and of course the specialty of the day, cooked Iguana. Excluding the skin part which looked, well, gross, Iguana tasted great although I’m not sure i would order it as a main course ever again.

Different cultures have different habits, nutrition, drinks and a way to spend time. For the rest of the night we had rum, a root extract labeled “the liquid viagra” which looked awful and tasted even worse (with admittedly nothing of the side effects the viagra label carries) and lots of dancing, chatting and just hanging with the locals. These simple and wonderful people have nothing and they are happy. We, civilized individuals, have everything and we are sad.