Today is day three of the sixth annual Low Carb Cruise. We sailed on Sunday from Galveston, and ports of call are Roatan, Honduras (Carnival’s Mahogany Bay), Belize, and Cozumel, Mexico. So far it’s been a very busy cruise, as expected, with two very full days of conferences, and one to come. Today is the first port day, and we’re at Roatan.
As usual, we haven’t partaken of any of the cruise excursions, preferring instead to spend most of our time on the ship, relaxing and enjoying the amenities in the absence of most of the other cruisers. (We have, however, gotten some awesome video interviews with superstars in the low carb and dietary health field.) We did get off the ship for about a half-hour to peruse the tee-shirt shops, because Howard, true to form, didn’t bring enough tee shirts to last him the entire cruise (doing laundry – or sending it out – is not on the menu for me this week
) I think I need to recognize that he’s done this tee shirt “trick” enough times that it’s a pattern, which means: he’s doing it on purpose. Oh well, there are worse vices, I think! And in the meantime, that gives me a chance to add to my extensive tee-shirt wardrobe as well. You didn’t think I was going to let HIM buy tee shirts without buying some myself, did you?
Anyway, there is a marked difference between the Roatan of this trip and the Roatan of our cruise four years ago. This Roatan is beautiful, flowery, clean – practically a Disneyland of the Caribbean. There are nice little buildings housing shops, pretty flowers and lovely beaches. There’s even a airborne ski-lift to ride to the nearest beach, so beachgoers don’t have to get their feet dirty or walk very far. There were even hummingbirds drinking from the beautiful red flowers. The other Roatan was dirty, primitive, smelly and messy. This Roatan is owned by Carnival Cruise lines; the other Roatan was (and still is, I’m sure) representative of the real Roatan – the one that belongs to the citizens. The one where the sewer pipes from the houses extended out over the waters of the bay.
I wonder if we aren’t being Disney-landed into oblivious disregard of our fellow planetary citizens? I wonder what would happen if at least some of the profits generated in this tropical Caribbean wonderland were to accrue to the citizens of the “real” Roatan? Do they want them? Do they want to work for them? Are they allowed to work for them? I spoke to a breakfast companion who said she also visited the “real” Roatan once and noticed that, despite the poverty, lack of sanitation and gene
ral disregard for quality of life, every Roatanian had a big television mounted in his shack.
I wonder whether this is due to the inability to do better, or whether the citizenry doesn’t want to do better. Is the television their only means of escape, and is escape what is needed, or should they just work harder? Is the opportunity for improvement there, or is the cruise line hoarding it all?
I don’t know and I don’t think the answers are here, but it seems a shame to see such abundance growing in the midst of poverty. In the meantime, those hummingbirds were absolutely beautiful.

