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
Kent and Debbie
Vince and Mr. Turtle
Kent, Vince, and Debbie
Jerry snorkling - he forgot his weights. No sinky, no dive.
Don looking quite dapper
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
Ira, Stefan and Dee
Darcy and Vince
Kent feeding the fish.
Banded Butterfly Fish
Kent on no-air emergency ascent with Shawn and Debbie.
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
Divemaster-candidate Shawn trying to fix BJ's broken mask strap.
Don Corleone says keep your friends close . . . but your anemones closer.
Vince, Darcy, Debbie, Kent, Jerry, Dee, Ira, Don, Thomas (Waiter), Laura, Ed, Jerry, Tom, Anne, Bill, BJ.
Vera (divemaster) giving dive briefing.
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'.
Darcy . . . Just like riding a bike.
We don't need no stinkin' strap so we'll just hold the mask on for the rest of the dive.
Darcy checkin' her air.
Jerry, Dee, Ira, Don, Laura, Jerry
Gearing up for a night dive . . .
It all made it to the hotel.
Early arrivers to our regular table.
Vince and Darcy
Divemaster Stefan probing for a cleaner shrimp.
Exiting the water onto the boat after the dive.
Stefan orchestrating the dive.
Darcy, Vince, and Ira all checkin' their air.
Our friend, the 'sea cucumber'.
Kent, Debbie, and Ira
Just BJ and Bill diving with Vera (divemaster). Jerry could only snorkle without his weights. Seas were a tad rough and visibility was limited.
Tom relaxing after a dive
Ira carving his initials into the upright.
. . . and heading out.