Island
Nightlife |
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24, 2000 - Honduras |
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I
stayed in the town of West End, you guessed it, on
the west end of the island. This is the area where
most of the scuba diving happens. The town is basically
one street, along the water, lined with a number of
dive shops, restaurants, and various lodging establishments.
I did my obligatory dive, but I actually prefer the
freedom and solitude of snorkeling by myself. West
End night-life is loosely organized into three segments;
the watch-the-sunset shift(I saw the green flash!),
the mid-evening shift, and the wee-hour shift. Insert
dinner before or after any segment you like... |
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This
schedule is supplimented by the Friday Nite Blow-out
at Fosters attended by locals from all over the Island
The sunset shift is at one of several docks or establishments
actually built on the water. The sunsets are worth
watching for sure, even for someone coming from Arizona.
A very enjoyable communal activity for West Enders.
And as I said before, I saw the green flash! I had
heard and read about it before but wasn't sure if
it was a myth or some function of staring at the sun
too long. |
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But
no, just after the sun went below the horizon, it
was like a little puff of green smoke. Then the crowd
clapped as if to salute the little green genie. The
Twisted Toucan has a lock on the mid-evening shift.
It has a small thatched roof that covers a four-sided
bar that only seats about 14 people being polite.
That doesn't stop the dozens of others from crowding
around and spilling into the street and the courtyard.
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Salva
Vida is the universal favorite, with many locals opting
for rum and coke, while some tourists are compelled
to overdo the more tropical concoctions. At around
11:30 the Toucan shuts down in favor of Loafers, the
late-nite joint, built on a second level, over looking
a volleyball court on the beach. It's just out of
town and away from the lodging to allow for all night
revelling for those not intent on diving in the morning
or otherwise gainfully employed. I ventured out of
West End one evening with two local young ladies eager
to show me the Island. |
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I
had a rental car, I was their friend! I had flirted
with Nickie and she offered to be my tour guide. Cynthia
came along as her bodyguard. They spoke an english
dialect that was fun to listen to but often hard to
understand. When they really didn't want me to understand,
they spoke 'patou', a native tongue. |
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They
switched languages faster than I could change tv stations.
They were both very reserved but managed to have a good
time, especially when they learned how to use my digital
camera. Then Nicki wanted to learn how to drive. I let her
take the wheel and steer and she evetually ran the Suzuki
Samurai into a ditch. No harm done but Cynthia was not happy
about the situation. She got over it. |
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