Honduras 9: Roatán

Small world moment to kick things off here: turns out one of Axel’s soccer teammates back home happened to be on Roatán the exact same week we were. Out of everywhere in the world, we ran into each other in the ocean, of all places, like the Caribbean just decided to schedule the reunion itself.

Naturally, that meant a dive trip. Axel and I tagged along with his teammate’s family. We went out together that afternoon, which is a pretty good way to spend a few hours, watching two kids who normally battle it out on a soccer field instead just floating around underwater grinning at each other through their masks.

We based ourselves in West End for this stretch, which has that specific island rhythm where nobody’s in a hurry, and the water does most of the talking. Settled in, let the days go loose for a bit.

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