On the last night of our cruise I jotted down some haiku in a very nice journal Dr. Wife purchased for me. I shared a couple of haiku from that journal last week (read “Cruise Haiku I“). Before returning to the usual round of movie reviews on Mondays, I wanted to share a couple more (at least).

We really loved Roatán in Honduras. It’s an island that has its own unique culture. The mile is around forty-ish miles long, but only four miles wide, with a mountain chain making the spine of the island. It gives the place a feel that somehow blends the beach and Appalachia. The people speak very good—almost accentless—English, while also being largely fluent in Spanish. It also has Bojangle’s and Wendy’s, the former of which made it especially endearing to two Southerners abroad.

As such, today I’m sharing my five-stanza haiku about the island, as well as a shorter one about the doomed colony of Roanoke, where the words “Croatoan” were found carved in a tree. “Croatoan” (sometimes rendered “Croatan”) sounds close to “Roatán”—thus, the inspiration!

Also, per Ponty’s request, I have pictures of Roatán, too!