Utila is a nice little place. It’s known almost exclusively as a budget diving destination, so there is a pretty distinct backpacker vibe. There’s not much to it, just a bunch of small restaurants, a couple stores, and dive shops. Simple living, spending most of our time on the boat, the beach, or in the water.

Restaurant choices have gotten a lot more difficult all of the sudden. Every time we move south of Mexico I can’t help but scratch my head in wonder at why tacos stop at the Mexican border. The food has been mediocre at best here on Utila. This is something I’ll gripe about for about a month, before I let it go and settle in to a chewy chicken/fish, beans, and rice diet.

The food appears from a deep dark hole in the wall.

We hiked up the hill to the Iguana Station—a place working to save the Utila Spiny-Tailed Iguana. It should come as no surprise that it was closed when we arrived.

I had to google what sort of hunting gets done on Utila, and it turns out iguanas are on the hit list. Goes a long way towards explaining the need for the Iguana Station.

Main Street, Utila.

Sunday. The boat comes in on Monday. About the only thing left worth buying are the pineapples, which are the best we’ve ever tasted.

Within just a few short days of arriving in Honduras both of our main lenses for our Canon 6D crapped out on us, and our “walking around” camera also died. The kids stepped in and set up a family selfie using their cameras. Q-tips and WD-40 revived our Fuji, and I sort of got one lens halfway functional again, but it would have been a heck of a lot nicer if all this had happened a month earlier before both Ali and I had gone back to the States.