Guanaja – Tranquility and World-Class Diving
I looked out our twin engine aircraft’s window at the island of Guanaja’s verdant peaks. We had just landed on the airstrip in this valley. The “terminal” was a thatched roof house set off to the side. Moments later we were cruising over a cobalt sea, past a jungle choked coast that looked as if it might conceal Jurassic Park.
My StumbleUpon PageOn the way, we passed a town that rose out of the sea on posts. This was Bonacca, the island’s capital, a town that outgrew two tiny cays, forming a 17 acre stilt village. It was christened a “little Venice of the Caribbean” by author Jane Houlson (Blue Blaze, 1934).