Two trips down island (we've learned it is not called "going to town") in one week. It is 33 miles roundtrip, with another 20 miles to the storage locker. 

I took pictures from the truck so you could ride along.

These three little turtles have been with us for many years, always traveling on our vehicles' dashboards, and now they are on board in Roatan. Can you guess their names?

This is some sort of bar or restaurant just down the road from us.

I shot quite a few homesteads. Most were taken through the windshield so quality isn't great but gives you some idea of the area architecture.

Long and winding roads. The roads are pretty bad but the scenery makes up for it.

This path leads down to Camp Bay Beach, which is a public beach next to where we are staying. 

Back on the road again after that short detour to check out the entrance to Camp Bay Beach.

This is an ear-popping climb

Look at that elevation!

I don't know if you can see it, but the foliage is laden with dust. There hasn't been rain in a long time.

This gravel pit supplies gravel for the entire island.

Look at the rock border, hand-stacked along the fence.

We thought this place sold honey. (It's a restaurant!)

The Caribbean Sea is our constant companion.

This gravel road is 5.3 miles long. At Punta Gorda the road magically becomes asphalt.

Island Dogs are everywhere. We've also encountered horses and a cow in the road.

I guess no place is devoid of political and advertising signs.

Notice the change in road surface- wow, what a difference!

This little boy stood in the middle of the road collecting donations. You see this often.

This is called Five Flags. We like to stop here to take in the magnificent scenery and give the dogs a chance to stretch their legs and stuff.

View from Five Flags

Church of the Living God.
I wish I was a person full of courage. I would love to get out and photograph through the windows- from what I could see from the truck, it looks spectacular inside. We could see writing on the walls.

This is a Catholic Church

Mike loves the stairs to this home. Lots of work, right?!

I look forward to one day having our names on a signpost at the road up the hill to our home!

The woman who lives here sells clothing. Venta de ropa.

Down island we have 3-4 regular stops:
ACE Hardware (where you can find nearly everything), Eldon's for groceries, Lucky Lee for household goods and furnishings, and our bank which is called Davivienda.

Twenty more miles down the road is our storage locker at Roatan Storage in the Coral Stone Plaza. We are so grateful to DIP Shipping for getting all three of our shipments safely to Roatan from Miami, FL. 

Heading Home
When we hit the gravel road I tell the anxious dogs, "we're almost home, guys."
And Mike says, "Mama's lyin' to ya, boys."
5.3 miles takes us a half hour to drive.

HOME!

This last trip took six hours. We left at 6:00 in the morning to meet DIP Ship at our storage locker at 8:00. It took a while to find the things we wanted from the bins and get them safely loaded in the back of the truck.

We stopped at a Circle K for gas and our breakfast of baleadas and "limonade."

Mike was in search of island honey. He found a source near Cal's Cantina but we missed a turn and never got there.

Mike has become good friends with a local boat builder. Before we moved Mike asked what we could bring him from the States and learned he needed headlights for his truck. Those came in our last shipment so off we went to Oakridge (I should have taken pictures, even I couldn't believe where we were!) I only got these two from the shipyard:

Mike enjoyed meeting his friend in person finally. There is a boat to be built for us in the near future. Stay tuned.

It was a long day but we felt like we got a lot of loose ends tied up. That was yesterday. As I write this on Saturday evening I'll let you know there is STILL one bin to be unpacked. It will stay on the porch waiting, until I'm good and ready to tackle it! Good to be home.