In Roatan for a Week

We left LAX at 1:30 a.m. for a flight to Houston, connecting there to Roatan at 10:15 a.m. With me were our daughter Jessica, our granddaughter Kylie, and our friends Rob and Jenny with their little boy George. We have rented a house in West End, a little village in Roatan, an island in the Caribbean off of the coast of Honduras.

Luckily, Jessica, Kylie and I got upgraded to First Class for both legs of the flight, and with a 15 month old, it was nice to have the extra room and the free booze. In Houston, Rob and Jennie had a couple of passes to the United Lounge and Jessie and I were able to get in with our First Class boarding passes. In the lounge, they had a “family room” with kids furniture and toys, which was perfect for our three hour layover. We took over the place, had the free continental breakfast and tried to rest a little. The kids were able to run/crawl and climb to their hearts content and the business people in the rest of the lounge were happy we were not out with them.

A taxi was waiting for us at the Roatan airport and got us and our many bags collected. We stopped at the grocery store and wandered around in a haze trying to buy the basic groceries for a week. Luckily, they carried a lot of USA brands, so it was not too challenging. We got lots of salad stuff, vegetables, chicken, cheese, eggs, spices, rum, beer and cereals.

When we got to the house, the caretaker met us with a wheelbarrow and got our bags up to the house in three or four loads, but he was drenched in sweat by the end. The house is one of five identical houses built out on a point between half moon bay and the next bay. There is no real access road and you have to walk about 150 feet down the beach to get to the houses walkway. Our dive shop where we will be diving from is only about 500 feet away down the beach on the other side of the point.