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The look I get when I mention something like how dirty his...

The first of many loads of garbage we picked up from the...

 

The fires we didn't have

We soon lost count of the loads of garbage we cleaned up

 

Ned brings the first of 4 loads of bar mud

cleanup continues

I cried when we walked down this morning and saw the high...

John begins constructing our new picnic table

My job was to stand on the end of the piece of...

Spreading of the bar mud - very muddy stuff

Here comes the picnic table

Having a beer break on the partially constructed table

mixing cement

yum

into the form goes the cement

Voila! Our new picnic table - chained to the tree against the...

One of many wheelbarrows full of plants to move

Our neighbour Miss Jessie supervising construction of the second planter

"I really like your plants Miss Melanie," said Garwin. "That's good Garwin...

Garwin dug the trench for our water pipe

We invited Theresa and John over to help christen the new picnic...

Theresa and John

This is where the dock will go

Yahoo - the water is coming in today!

Getting ready to connect to the main water line

We have water!

and soon we will have a dock..;.;.

another load of plants

a load of manure for the plants

so far 34 loads of bar mud

Thanks for the planters honey!

Garwin ferries over another load of plants

Ready made garden

The difference in height before and after bar mud


Well it's been a while since we fired up the Hinos and unplugged and untied this old boat. In two more days, it's time to move her. It will probably take longer to wind up the power cords and put them away than it will to move Diamond Lil to her new home. That's because we're only moving her about 1/4 mile to the west.

All good things must come to and end. We arrived here at La Punta in Oak Ridge to spend three months repairing our outboard motor and one something else. It's been so long that I've forgotten what else we needed to repair. In fact, it's been 3 1/2 years.

Sticky Harbours is a name that our friend Brian was going to use for a book title. If he doesn't, I may because that's what Roatan has turned out to be for us. We've stuck! We've grown roots, literally.

First came the plants - a few here and there, but they grow so fast down here and I missed them when we were travelling by boat, so gradually I added more and more. Then Minut came into our lives and chased the pesky rats away. Next came Poncho - a little oxygen deprived at birth, we think, life on the streets of Coxen Hole where she was headed to live with a nun was too frightening to think of, so we kept her. Then John decided that I should have a horse, which was a dream of mine, and so we bought Morena.

So now, with the plants, the cats, and the horse - we figured the boat was going to get a little crowded, so after our house in Canada sold and the dust settled - we picked up a cute little property here on Oak Ridge Point. Or should I say, we're working on it. Things move slowly here on the island and it isn't quite ours yet - but what the heck - when it came time to move, we talked to the owner and he had no objection to us moving in before the deal was done. We are about to become squatters - how Honduran is that?

While the owner attempts to light a fire under his lawyer's ass, we've been working like crazy, trying to get our new home ready to move into by the end of the month.

Countless loads of trash (carried in by the sea and dumped in our empty lot for years by the neighbours)was picked up and dragged out.

Our first experience with the Municipal Office in Oak Ridge was not surprisingly quite ridiculous. We had been burning scrap wood when the officials stopped by and gave us a stern warning - get a permit or be fined $5,000 lempiras - $250.00. Wait until it rains, they told us, and then go to the office to buy a fire permit. So, we waited patiently until enough rain fell to soak the property and we went over to the Municipal office for our permit. The lady wasn't in until after lunch - come back at 1 pm they said. Back we went after lunch and carried the lady over to the property. I assumed she was checking to see if it was wet enough. "Well, can we get a permit?" I asked. "Oh no, you can't get a permit for the Point. You can't burn here," the lady said. "Why - isn't it wet enough?" I asked. "Oh no, you can never get a permit to burn on the Point - the fire engines can't get over here." Great. I still don't know why she insisted on coming over to tell me that - boredom I guess. "The only thing you might could do," she said - that's the way they speak - "is to have a fire very late one night, when nobody is in the office to answer the phone if someone calls to complain." So, that is what we did!

We were able to get town water hooked up this week. It runs Monday, Wednesday, Friday and Saturday until 11 am. We'll do what everyone else does eventually and put in water storage units. Until then, I'm happy to have water for my plants and to fill up the boat.

We tried to get a permit to build a dock, but it looks like that will have to wait until the deal goes through. John has a plan to med-moor to the end of Miss Jessie's wharf next door. That means dropping our anchor out front, to hold us straight and backing in to the dock and tying off. So I'm lying awake these nights imagining myself climbing down the gang plank like Johnny Depp. After successfully managing to avoid med-mooring in all my 7 years and thousands of miles of cruising,suddenly I find that this is what I'll have to do - on Sunday! Yikes, that's only 2 days away.

Thankfully Mom and Dad Wood surprised us with a Honda 2000 generator for Christmas last year and delivered it to the island via cruise ship. So, until we get RECO (that's Roatan Electric Company)service installed, at least we'll have power. Just a couple of baby steps backward as we move steadily forward.

The plan includes building a house, which John has been scheming and dreaming about for months. Next on the agenda though, is the stable. We asked Miss Stella, who owns the lot next door, if we could use her property to graze Morena on, in exchange for cleaning it and paying her taxes (very low here). No payment necessary, she said, and she is thrilled to have a horse eat the grass on her yard instead of paying to have it cut. Win, win!

John has gone down island to shop for supplies. Ned is due with another 10 loads of bar mud. Garwin is here to spread the bar mud around. Another day in Paradise. Two days till moving day. I'll keep you posted.



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