The 25^th

Being mobile reinforces how small this island really is. Headed west, and got there in seven minutes. Rode up onto a dock in the lagoon and inexplicably rode out through the kitchen of some resort.

Stopped by the market and received a cornucopia of starfruits, avacados, bananas, eggplants and ginger. Just 52L. The ginger evidently being the least costly thing on the island, the grandest root jangle I’ve ever seen costing a mere 15 US cents.

Searched for passage to Roatan, I was sent from dive shop to hotel to gym, eventually finding the captain in the hyperbaric chamber. He stood there tapping at esoteric buttons and dials as some poor bender was doing Darth Vader impersonations inside. He didn’t know when he was leaving, if ever. He just knew it was $50 one way. A poor alternative to Captain Vern, his posters still hanging about town to this day, promising fun, relaxing daily trips between the island. Much loved and missed he was shot and killed by passengers, or more appropriately, pirates, shortly before my arrival.