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Last weekend in Roatan

Mike and Sue, the owners of Mariposa Lodge, came back yesterday. We spent some time visiting and turning the place over (we’d moved out of their top-floor apartment into one of the lower rooms earlier), then headed out for our last Saturday night on-island.

As usual, we got stopped on the way to Foster’s by JC at Nova Bar who always insists we have a starter beer there. He’s one of the first people we met here and so much fun, always in a good mood.


Eventually on to Foster’s, which had been hosting a charter on the boat, so most of the crew was around but busy. I took a few photos of some of ‘the boys’ for posterity, though. Here’s Joseph in the kitchen.


Burt Reynolds and David behind the bar.


Ray, who has been sick for the last few days (heavily congested), was feeling better so he wanted to hang around and enjoy the bachata playlist that Wesley (Snipes) had lined up; but since he’d been kind enough to share his crud with me, I was feeling less inclined and eventually we decided we’d just head home.

I like this photo of Christmas lights on the pier and the shoreline behind it. We took many pictures of the evening but most didn’t turn out – not enough light (must have Go Pro before next trip).

xmas-lights-at-fostersDespite ourselves, when JC saw us on our return trip we allowed ourselves to be roped back in for “just one more beer.” More pics of us with JC and the barback, Mario. Nice kid.

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They always have some good dance music going, and JC never stands still, so I started following his lead salsa dancing which was way fun. Ray meanwhile was off in deep conversation with Peter, who owns the place. Anyway, I felt much better once I started dancing, and pretty soon one beer led to another… but the good thing is, if you start getting too drunk, this guy next door always has something good on the grill.


Then the bar’s managers Joaquin and Jennifer showed up and they started playing some percussion instruments while Jorge here manned the drums.


And then Jorge’s friend Leonardo decided to teach me how to really salsa and THAT was a blast. He’s one of those guys that knows how to lead well enough that even if you don’t know what you’re doing, you can do okay. Oh my God. I have seriously not had so much fun in a long time.

Well. We left at (gasp) 2:30?! We have not closed a bar in many, many years. And if the way we felt this morning is any indication, there is a good reason for that.

It was lunchtime by the time I got up and we went after breakfast and caffeine – a Bloody Mary for Ray, straight-up Coke for me. That helped some but we still felt awful enough that we walked to Sundowner’s, hoping the exercise would help. However, all that did was convince us not to move for awhile: We got a drink, found a spot on the beach, and enjoyed the great music they were playing.


Eventually  we made it back to Mariposa Lodge for a long nap. Sigh. We really, really don’t want to leave this place. 😦

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Bits & Pieces

Ray has taught the cat to keep an eye on the stock reports while he ‘rests’…

ray-and-cat-workingEventually, though, even the cat has to take a break too.


The largest grocer on Roatan is Eldon’s Supermarket: Three convenient locations! Except none of them are conveniently located in West End, and we didn’t feel like going ALL THE WAY to Coxen Hole (dramatic sigh – for those who knew us when we lived in Cape Canaveral, if it wasn’t between the port and the pier, it was too far).

eldonsSo we took our Eldon’s grocery bag and headed out on foot to Woody’s, the biggest local grocer. It was a boat day so the village was semi-busy, with at least as many street vendors as tourists out and about.

Sidenote: When you say no to the locals selling jewelry or sunglasses or carved jade turtles, their typical response is ‘okay, maybe later’ which kind of takes the sting out of your refusal. So now when they offer, I just reply with ‘maybe later’ because it confuses them. Except the one massage lady on the beach who kept insisting it was ‘later’ now; she wouldn’t give up. Oh well, everyone’s gotta make a living.

Anyway, Woody’s didn’t have everything we were after so we threaded through the beach road traffic toward some other smaller stores and found the other stuff.

We decided we should have a beer for all our troubles and went out on one of the several over-water pier bars (Eagle Ray’s) but it was full of cruise ship people so we didn’t stay – though we did stop to watch a shore excursion of kayakers lined up like ducks following their mama.


Then we passed a little place (the Nova Bar) with a chalkboard sign advertising $1.75 beers, and it had a nice breezy deck that looked right over the water, so we stopped there. The proprietor was a funny guy named JC who we chatted up a bit, and when Peter, the bar’s owner, stopped in, he came over and said hello and they introduced the younger kid also working there (Mario) and before you know it we were all fast friends, talking about fishing and Florida and Honduran politics. One beer and I was getting fuzzy (Salva Vidas must be more potent than Belikins) so I asked JC if he sold any ‘snacks’ there and he said no, but the guy next door did some good wings and he’d go get us some; we said no, no, we can go, but off he went and came back to report that no wings today, but chips and salsa? Naw, we’re good, except we could use another beer. Then a little wrinkled old Guatemelan guy showed up with a basket full of bagged strawberries and we all bought some and voila, snacks! I wouldn’t have thought strawberries and beer went together but it was actually quite good.

And then, since the other pier bar (The Barking Monkey at Foster’s, locally known as Foster’s) was right there, and it was far enough down that the cruise traffic probably would have avoided it, we decided to also stop and say hey to Mark, a friendly barkeep we’d met last week.


There were three guys behind the bar so I asked which one of them was Mark. Not missing a beat, they ALL claimed to be Mark, but then the real Mark came over with a smile to serve us.

raoulOne of the fake Marks, Roland, came around and sat with us on the other side of the bar, claiming to be the bar’s “PR Guy” (and he had the swagger and the jaunty golf cap to prove it). He introduced us to a guy he identified as ‘Burt Reynolds’ (who just shook his head and smiled as he washed out some bar glasses) and also to David, a young kid who Roland claimed was the Future Manager. Oh yeah, and Ray Anthony and his brother Conway were sitting over there – they waved – and later, Mr. Foster (Ray A’s and Conway’s father and the owner of the bar) stopped by to shake our hands. I also went upstairs and met a nice couple off one of the boats, also looking to get away from their cruising compadres, and chatted with them for a while.

I think we’ve found some new hangouts. You cannot imagine how nice it is to have REAL PEOPLE to talk to again after so much time to ourselves in Belize. AND I got Burt Reynold’s autograph!


Yesterday we walked down to the bay beach and tried snorkeling again and I think we’ve got it figured out now (yes, Dramamine is my friend!). I didn’t expect the coral gardens just offshore here to be as robust as they were, and we had a fun time checking out all kinds of stuff: Purple sea fans, brain coral, crenulated coral (not its name but that’s what I call it), rainbow-colored parrot fish, spotted fish, little schools of yellow stripey things. Since we don’t have an underwater camera, I swiped some photos from this blog post:

reef parrot fish


reef yellow fish

reef spotted fish

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