We arrived at Roatan in the Bay Islands of Honduras on Sunday 15 Feb. four days exactly from Jamaica. The trip was entirely downwind in 15 to 20 knotsof wind and occasionally 30 knots but that was only at 3 o'clock in the morning and in the black dark. The full moon had just passed so we had moonlight most of the way.
Roatan is a beautiful island and the spannish speaking local people are delightful and very friendly.
We are presently anchored in Old French Harbour which has been a safe haven for ships since the pirates were here. It is a fishing port and the main catch is prawns or shrimps to some.
The customs and immigration were a dream compared with the Bahamas and there is no charge.($300 in the Bahamas with major bad attitude). There is a ferry service to mainland Honduras and we plan to go next week.
The pictures below are of the main street,the anchorage, the reef that protects the anchorage and some local people on a Sunday afternoon on a sailboat

Bob Marley

Bobs Grave

Bob Marley Agriculture...............................................


Bob Marleys birthday, 6th February. A great time for a visit to his mausoleum!!
Hired a fast cab, at great expense ($100) an expert driver, he knew the way to Nine Mile, Mount Zion, with his eyes closed, ours were anyway.
We were dispatched into the hands of the locals, hands out for dollars, just for showing us a garden full of all different types of marijuana. We thought it was part of the guided tour and handed over our hard earned Jamaican dollars, for a few photos and a few joints.... Will we never learn?
Entered the walled Marley Mausoleum proper and waited in line behind a cruise ship load of Glasgow punters, white legs, burned feet in sandals. Followed this noisy crowd through the tour, a total rip off, the guides had their hands out at every turn looking for $$$
Had to remove our shoes to enter His bedroom, containing his Single Bed...
All in all it was an experience, and we kept our joints for later.
Our driver managed to remember part of the way home, and after a few patties, like a bridie, we arrived back at our anchorage just in time for Happy Hour. Bobs single bed



Bobs couch. Bobs pals
Glasgow Punters on dope