Waiting at the Houston airport for the replacement flight for our cancelled one. Only lost a couple of hours, or so.
Through security and a pleasant 15 minute ride to our hotel in a couple of vans.
Roatan's version of 7-11 without the day-old hot dogs.
Don marveling at the wonders of 21st century technology.
Thomas, one of our regular waiters at the Pura Vida restaurant.
Protecting his turf
Landing at Roatan.
The French Bakery seemed to be a favorite morning constitutional for some people. Go figure.
Darcy and Laura.
The larger of our regular dive boats.
Dee and Ira
A little hot. A little frustration. A lot humid. But mostly just missing Nyah.
Main Street in West End.
Our 'home restaurant' at the hotel, next to the dive shop and across the street from the boat dock.
Most of our regular waiter staff.
Ira and Dee
Five lines feeding into two at the Roatan port of entry. They've obviously taken the U.S. Government course in 'efficiency in crowd management'.
A little place I call 'stairway to heaven'.
Kent and Debbie
Darcy . . . Just like riding a bike.
It all made it to the hotel.
Early arrivers to our regular table.
Vince and Darcy
Divemaster Stefan probing for a cleaner shrimp.