After the dolphins the two families came back to our condo and we had a few beverages while we watched the sun set, then we were off to a local restaurant for live music and supper. After a little hunting on the wrong property and some much needed direction by a local we found the right restaurant and settled in. We had tons of laughs, lots of food and even had a few dances. As the night progressed a heated "rock, paper, scissors" match ensued to determine who was going to jump from the second story restaurant into the pool below - an excellent idea by a group of well intentioned volunteers. The competition was between "who other than" . . . . Canada and the states!! And unfortunately our representative didn't show up with her best game and played scissors under a rock - damn it! So the jumping began. After the first few went the others thought it looked like great fun and almost everybody jumped! After that we (needless to say) kindly left the restaurant.
On our walk back down the beach we came across a group of local boys playing soccer so we challenged them to a white vs black game and they accepted (kindly lending there fellow "gringo's" a few players to even up the numbers). The whites started out strong with the first few goals but lost in the end. The game was tons of fun with a lot of shouting ("hey white guy - pass the ball"). For myself I caused the first and only penalty shot of the game for touching the ball and then decided I was better suited as the photographer. After taking a header to jaw by a little local (while trying to get an action shot) I decided I had the most risky job on the team. The night ended in great fun.
Our travel coach for the entire day was an old rickety van lent to us buy the clinic (it wasn't pretty but it got the job done) it was possibly the largest van of white trash the island had ever seen. We had 11 of us piled in it and people stared in amazement to see us all pile out. Our good hearted driver did a pretty good job winding his way through the roatan streets weaving through scary local traffic, using hand gestures out the window to signal our direction and we all helped him out buy verbally saying (beep beep) out the windows when the occasional horn was needed - which by the way is an essential part of driving here.
Swimming with the dolphins
Waiting for supper
The aftermath
Ashley losing the "rock paper scissors" match
Strategizing the jump!
The jump
Our way out of the restaurant
A truce after the jump
The soccer game
Our chariot
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