I'm sitting in the Cave today, thinking of my first trip to Roatan Honduras. I was living alone in Tennessee at the time, had some money and decided to take my first Cruise.

I picked up a good deal on a 7-Day Caribbean run, drove to the Nashville airport, parked my truck there and flew to Florida.

It was a great cruise, fun adventures, and it bottomed out down in Roatan before returning home.

As I got off the boat I was approached by a flurry of cab drivers, so I picked one out and jumped in. He smiled, spoke English, and asked what I wanted to do.

I told him first I wanted to get high, then drive around to meet people. We stopped at his house where he got me stoned, then we drove to his brothers house, where I went inside and bought some more. Then we cruised around and hung out until I had to get back to the ship.

Here's a few shots from that day.

The cab driver and I sat at the end of this pier and got stoned one last time, before he drove me back to the ship. I left the rest of the baggie with him...