Michael Rock (Part 4) The End of the World Resort Guanaja Honduras Bay Islands

Looking north along the coast from the End of the World’s dock.  Perhaps not quite the end of the world then….

….but if this is the end of the world, there are worse places to be!

Looking south from the End of the World’s dock.  BV is anchored
 the other side of Michael’s Rock headland, just through the
 gap on the low beach isthmus between the mainland of Guanaja to
 the left of the picture and the headland to the right

After 2 full days of diving and 3 days without any form of contact with the outside world, we decided to visit the End of the World Resort on Wednesday 12 February.  Friends Bill and Chris Burry had spent a few days here in late January and thoroughly recommended the place.  We hoped that we would be able to check our emails and, perhaps more importantly [Ed: !], upload some of my diving photos to friends and family – if only to make them green with jealousy!

As befits a tropical island paradise resort, the End of the World has very slow internet.  After all, who really wants to spend time online when one could be soaking up the ambiance in far more pleasant ways?  But it allowed us to post a brief update, check that there were no urgent emails and get some of those all-important dive photos onto GloatBook FaceBook.

View from one of the cabanas.  I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, it doesn’t get much better than this!

Beer with a view

We were the only guests that lunchtime and Marlie, the chef, treated us royally.  We had beers on the veranda of one of the cabanas, drinking in the views along the coast.  Then lunch in the Tiki Bar; fried snapper, breadfruit fries and salad.  Delicious.

After lunch we sat out under the palm trees and completed our online admin.  Not a bad temporary office for the day!

Sundowners view.  BV in the distance, our dinghy on the partly wrecked dock and, the only fly in the ointment, another yacht (in ouranchorage?!) just out of frame

As we dinghied back to BV we saw that we had been joined in the anchorage by another yacht, the first we had seen since leaving Graham’s Cay on Sunday.  But we weren’t in a socialising mood so we didn’t go over to say hello but neither did they come over to meet us.

In the early evening we took the dinghy ashore to the beach for sundowners.  Nicky mixed up a batch of Painkillers (and mighty fine cocktails they were too), which we enjoyed on ‘our’ beautiful beach watching the sun set in a cloud-free sky.

Michael Rock, Guanaja, Honduras Bay Islands