Our internet service expired today even though, while at West End last night, Chris went inside a small shack where he paid a shady looking guy our $8 fee for another week of internet access. $8 is supposed to get you one week of internet access at a time. So our day couldn’t be planned – no internet and no phone. So before trying to plan out our day, John decided to make the 10 minute drive to West End to get the problem resolved. It was just like out of the movies trying to talk to the shady guy in the shack who only spoke Spanish. John decided from all the yelling and hand waving that the guy was saying it was not his fault. So John decided to make the 45 minute drive to French Harbour to the main location of the internet store. The lady at the internet store told John that the phone number that had expired was different than the number that was used to renew for the next week. She was able to get it working, but by the time he got back it didn’t work. While John was gone Bev laid out in the sun in front of Casa Isabella. A lady and her aunt walking down the beach stopped and asked if she wanted a massage. Of course Bev couldn’t refuse helping their economy. So for the next hour Bev did her part of stimulating the Roatan economy by letting two Honduran ladies give her a massage right there on the beautiful beach. Of course we had to do a little fishing to finish out the day.