Yeah, I guess it's alright.

You know, if you're into things like spending your first couple hours hanging out in a Palapa Bar 10 feet from a crystal clear tropical bay before being invited to a local's house for homemade lobster soup and grilled lobster tails with garlic butter (Lobsters that were, of course, pulled off the reef just that morning by the chef). If you like that kind of thing, this place is passable. Then of course you could always supplement that with things like snorkling for hours on end with the barracuda (Senor Barracuda apparently), sea turtles (Mr. Bojangles and friend) and a huge electric green moray eel (Murray). Or crashing a wedding reception and immeditaley being welcomed into the festivities. After, of course, saying hi to all the people you met at said Palapa Bar because, yes, they're there too. And yes, they all act like you've known them for years. In the unlikely case that you're into these things then, sure, I'd recommend Roatan. Let us know if you're planning a trip here because we'll probably be living here. Lobster soup anyone?