This is the continuation of the Travel Log in the October Issue entitled Destination – Roatan, Honduras. I hope you enjoyed the first part and will equally enjoy the conclusion.

November 12th Monday

The parrots were right on time with their wakeup call. Their musical cawing gave me a feeling of the jungle. I love this wild environment but I don’t think I’II go on any nature walks. I’d rather visualize the unknown creatures hidden in the deep dark jungle.  Breakfast on the deck of the main house with my hummingbird friends mesmerizing me, I could spend the whole morning watching their antics. But off to the boat for our two dives of the day. On our first dive we encounter a large green eel, a scary and wonderful sight, watching that great mouth slowly opening and closing as he breaths, knowing at any moment he may swiftly dart from his cave to frighten the pants off us all. We also see a less frightening sea turtle, swimming as fast as possible trying to escape the diver’s. Sometimes the dives seem much the same but the excitement of jumping off the back of the boat never changes, I feel my adrenaline pumping and my mind racing a fear of the unknown, the anticipation of what is waiting for you under the deep blue ocean. We spend the evening at the beach bar enjoying the warm tropical breeze and listening to the waves crashing on the beach. I look forward to a good sleep tonight, but my cabin holds a special treat, as I’m dozing off to sleep I hear a scratching sound above my bed, I lay there quietly scanning my mind for clues to the origin of the noise. I slowly slip out of bed to switch on the light and decided leaving it on is a definite tradition. Looking up holding my breath I realize the creatures are on the outside of the ceiling and not the inside. I crawl back into bed and after a time of laying and listening to the scratching and squeaking, I get up and slam by shoe against the ceiling which brings the commotion to an abrupt halt, for about 2 minutes, and their work begins again. I decide I’m safe and the intruders are unable to get through, for now, unless of course they have been working at it for a long time and they have just about worked their way through. I try and erase this thought quickly from my mind and listen to the wind and rain outside, normal for this time of night, it has almost become a soothing part of the evening. Since I can’t sleep with my visitors carrying on their little party I decide to get up and write. This is what I wrote: