Trip Start Aug 19, 2007
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Okay, the Cabana is fantastic, now it is time to explore the beach. I had an idea what to expect but Dave has not seen it before so I anticipate his reaction. From our porch we can see the blue water that I use to think was only possible in glossy magazines; photo's that had been re-touched to entice you to go to an Island. Our view is limited by the towering palms and bamboo lining the path to the beach, so a short walk; no more then 30 seconds and we will see it all. However Dave needs to check out every plant and animal along the way - I can't help but smile at his curiosity and join in with child-like abandon. Heck, we are on an Island; it's time to keep "Island Time". A few minutes later, beyond the last palms, straight ahead is the Sundancer dock stretching as far as it can into the Caribbean Sea; our own "Yellow Brick Road".
To the left; further down the beach is Lawson Rock, a formation that looks like something you would see in Muskoka
We walk hand-in-hand toward the end of the dock and laugh that is longer then the distance from our Cabana to the shore. Being an ocean you would expect to see waves crashing onto the shore, regardless if the tide is coming or going. But because Roatan is surrounded by the worlds second largest Barrier Reef, the waves break further out - defining the location of the Reef. We climb the stairs to the upper platform, sit back and admire all we can see.
It's time to find out what Dave thinks, I wait, and he says nothing but keeps looking and looking. He continues to scan the shoreline but still says nothing - I'm getting nervous, maybe he doesn't like it. I can't take it any more so finally I ask. "What are you looking for?" "Where is everybody," he asks with a puzzled look, "there is nobody here." "Well, it's off season," I explain. "There will be some tourists here from November to Easter weekend, the rest of the time it is just residents, and there aren't enough of them to make even a small dent." Dave's look of puzzlement slowly changes to an impish grin. "You mean for at least half of the year this can be all ours, our own beach that stretches for miles."
"Uh, huh," I say with a smile.