It’s the day I leave Roatan after three lovely weeks. I’d been wanting to get some shots of Coxen Hole, described in more than one guidebooks as “an ugly town.” Far from it. No one, I hope, will ever try to Disneyfy it.
This is a restaurant serving pollo frito. It smelled great, though we didn’t stop.
There’s Steve, walking down the street.
And an alleyway we looked down with the ubiquitous Coke sign.
It’s nice to know Steve can always find work.
We go back to the house by way of Flowers Bay, another non-tourist stop. I love the colors in this picture as we spy on some laundry.
A mini super is where you get beer, detergent, and stuff in cans.
Most houses in Flowers Bay have a lovely ocean view.
I have time for one more dip in that water before I split. I’d be crazy not to take it. See ya soon, Roatan. And States, see ya sooner.