When I went to Roatan January 2008, the taxi driver could not really speak English. We kept stopping so he could translate what I was asking for, like I wanted to buy a pound of coffee and he kept wanting to take me to buy a cup of coffee. And internet cafe was beyond his english. He took us to a condo being built that had the most beautiful water (see the photo), and women were still walking the roads with loads of baskets on their heads. I was kind of sad for the changes because of the ships myself.
Here is the old port spread out. Notice all the school buses, no a/c they used for RCL excursions?
Here is my non English speaking taxi driver we used to tour the island the first time.
All the green and mountains reminded me of Hawaii where I used to live.