Saturday, May 14, 2011

The First Week

I met Vanessa at the airport on Roatan, and we rented a cabana on the beach at West End to spend a night away from the kids before we all got together. We ate at a nice creole restaurant, had a great night, and then loaded an extremely large amount of luggage (hint: don't bring extra luggage during semana santa) into the taxi for the 18 mile ride to French Harbour, the end of the road, literally, on the east end of Roatan.  Vanessa's brother Samir picked us up in his small dory and we got a good saltwater bath motoring the remaining 5 miles or so into the wind to the island and village of Helene.



(Image not mine, I don't have a camera, guh.)

Once we were in Helene, I rested a couple of days, played with lil Divya and big Adderley (who has changed his name to Benten), I got to work cleaning up the land.  The lot's view rather amazed me once I got it cleaned up.  We are about half way through the cement portion, and are planning the house as we go.  That's just a better way to do things around here.  The sand, rocks and gravel are all being brought in by dory from the island of Morat nearby by motor dory:


We have also been having to get fresh water for bathing and such from the island of Morat, as the pump for the spring to the main water tank for the community has been broken.  We haul the water a couple of hundred feet from a well said to have been dug by pirates hundreds of years ago.  I have no reason to doubt that story, as the innermost part of the well is done in rock with no cement.  There are two outer layers that have been put in since then.










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