Many thanks to David for his illuminating comments about the partially built structures on Big Corn. Hope I didn't offend with my "too many Tonas" comment, I'm sure you wait until at least 10am. ;) Some further info from David:
"the photos you took were at the N.E.
corner of Big Corn in the barrio known as Sally Peachy. They were on
the beach about 200 meters south of the most extreme N.E. point of
land. In reverse, they were taken about 200 meters North of the half
finished concrete house on the next little point.
Our land where the dive resort was situated is between the two
points and thats where you took the photos of the palm trees and the
driftwood log. There also used to be a an unusual shaped palm tree
which grew horizontal to the ground before going vertical. We had two
big cabins and a main building on the land plus a motorhome."
I do recall some buildings beyond the beach, but they didn't look as if much was happening there. Here is another photo taken right before the beach that might be interesting to you:
Those photos were taken on Christmas Day, right before we got caught in a rainstorm and took cover at the bar at the Silver Sand (which I recommend if you want to stay right by a nice beach and you don't mind a very rustic experience). There we met an American couple who live in Honduras part of the year, building and selling beach houses. They told us a lot about how hard it is to do business in Central America, which may explain a lot about the lack of development and tourism infrastructure on the islands. Prior to my trip, I read about a potential condo development from the Casa Canada peeps, though I wonder where they would be building beach front condos. Maybe on David's old property? There is plenty of waterfront land, but not a lot of beaches to front. Perhaps they should think like NYC's Coney Island and bring in sand? The Americans also told us about how much stuff recalled in the US is then sent and sold in Central America: recalled toys, rejected Lays potato chips, even cars flooded in Hurricane Katrina. I'm thinking of a variation on "what Trenton makes, the world takes;" maybe "what the United States rejects, Central America accepts!"?
Speaking of rejects, I heard a ton of American 1980s music on the trip, especially WHAM! Many of the songs have been recorded with a Caribbean beat or translated to Spanish, my favorite was a reggae cover of Bryan Adams' "Heaven." I think you could make a million dollars if you redid all of Wham's songs with a steel drum, especially "Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go." Also heard a lot of Christmas songs I've never heard before, either in Spanish or with the aforementioned island rhythm. The best was "Jingle Navidad," tune is the same as "Jingle Bells," but with the lyrics: Navidad, Navidad, Jingle Navidad. Mucho catchy.
I can't possibly complain about lolling on the beach,
drinking $1 beers on Christmas, but it was rather odd to be somewhere so warm
when I'm used to snow, or at least cold weather, around the holidays.
Such was the consensus among the many Germans we met, who felt that at least
for one day, they actually missed the snow. We spent Christmas Eve like
every other day on Big Corn: walking around the island in search of good
beaches (FYI: Long Beach
is about as good as it gets, but its still tiny), then having afternoon Tona time, some reading and a swim, followed by a dinner of some version of shrimp, rice, and copious butter. On Xmas Eve, we went to Fisher's Cave in "downtown" Big Corn, a vaguely gringo restaurant with good food, amazingly slow service, and water views; and Seva's on Christmas Night for awesome and cheap lobster. Both days we had our afternoon cervezas at Anastasia's on the Water, a cool over water hotel and restaurant that does not seem like it could handle even the mildest hurricane:
On our first day on BCI, I noticed a taxi with a big pot leaf sticker on the window and remarked to H how unusual that was to see on a taxi (I later saw several more taxis with pot leaf stickers). So I was delighted to catch a cab on our last night and discover it was our pot leaf man! Much to my satisfaction, he was stoned out of his gourd and drove right by our hotel, remarking "Sorry, I don't know where my head is at." Indeed. We also saw a large pot farm growing near the airport, which is really just an airstrip. It has been cleared for international flights for several years, but who knows if that will ever happen, especially as people regularly wander across the strip to avoid walking around it. I wondered what would happen when flights were arriving, but supposedly they close the gates so you can't walk across it. The TSA would lose their shit if they knew that anyone can access the airstrip so easily, but no one seemed too bothered about it on BCI. No one seems too bothered about anything on BCI, as long as the Tonas are ice cold.
Greaaaaaat. Now i have Jingle Navidad competing in my head with Jesse L. Martin's lyrics* to the Law & Order theme . Both on an endless loop, of course.* per entertainment weekly bit that cited the lyrics as such: "law and order is on/law and order is always on/law and order is on." (repeat as needed)