Ita Eng


It’s its scent.

When the hatch opens you plunge into the humid warmth hug of the island. It is not the people, nor the sea, but it’s its scent that welcomes you.

Roatan is still the island of Henry Morgan and of his descendants.

It is the island of a sea of transparencies, of turtles, corals and dolphins.

I’m here for an hotel chain and for a friend, who kept patiently inviting me to come, giving me the cue to look around curiously and to breathe in the scent.

Roatan, Honduras

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