Life on Roatan is ambling along as it always does. I never liked living in small towns...growing up it was the bane of my existence, but small islands are different. I enjoy walking into work and hearing about Tom dropping the price of his 1984 Bronco by a thousand bucks. Or the fact that Carl found his missing dog Deuce. The gossip doesn't seem as malicious as it does in small town Canada. Here it's simply the way the word gets around. West End is particularly a world in and of itself. It's easy to fall into the comfortable wave of friendly banter and familiarity. We feel more and more as though we belong...and who wouldn't want to belong here....
Mixmaster Monty rocking 80's night. By day he's a tech diver and instructor at the shop (and Kevin's best friend here...they are joined at the hip).On Kevin's birthday the shop decided to bake him a cake as I mentioned a few posts ago. The "cake" happened to involve throwing eggs at him and then covering him in flour! Beautiful!
Now that I've caught you up on some previous photos I meant to post, here are a few that are more recent. Last Sunday we went on another island tour but this time it was with the Scuba Geek (http://www.thescubageek.com/). Steve was an instructor here but has recently returned to the states for a "walk about." You can't find someone who's a better guide and he gave us a great tour. It started a bit rocky though when the gear shift of jeep we borrowed came clean out of its socket. Turns out you just push it back in and give 'er. Not the safest vehicle I've ever been in. Note the fire extinguisher above the driver's side. Hmmm....
We took a few folks from the shop along and they followed us on their bikes. Below are Lauren, Bisch and Johnny.
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