One thing I noticed almost immediately about Utila was a remarkable lack of Jimmy Buffett tunes. I haven't heard a single one since we've been here. For what it's worth, I don't think he's heard of Utila, either.

The staples on the island seem to be the Beatles, which is, well, really, really odd, but I guess is attributable to the island's British heritage.

I'm writing this from the hammock on our porch, enjoying my second Gentleman Jack (over ice!), and someone down the road is blasting Blind Faith, so I guess it's a Clapton island, too.

Hurricane Adrian is sweeping through the area, so we left the camera behind this morning, as well. The two dives were close by the shop, so we were back pretty quickly. We had hoped to catch sight of a big Green Moray at Ron's Wreck, but luck wasn't on our side. Saw plenty of nice anemones and some very lazy Petersen's Cleaning Shrimp. If I ever open an island laundry service, I'm naming it Petersen's.