Dear Fellow Diver:
After a week of diving at CoCoView, I now know why so
many divers are proud to call themselves "CoCo Nuts" and
return to this dive resort time after time. The explanation
begins in the "Front Yard," the nickname for the
house reef, which remains fine diving since the resort
opened up 40 years ago.
You start with a leisurely walk from the cafeteria
doorstep along a well-worn sandy trail to the water,
then take an underwater path through gradually sloping
eelgrass beds. About 50 yards out, a small free-standing
dock in five feet of water is handy for holding a camera
or checking gear. Fifty yards more and you reach the edge
of a sloping sand wall. Going down in 80-degree water,
I scared off a southern stingray as I kicked over to
purple-tipped and corkscrew anemones protecting pistol
shrimp, which emanated a sharp pistol-like "pop" when
provoked by a tickle. One corkscrew anemone held Pedersen
cleaner shrimp willing to give a manicure. Then a small
eagle ray swam past while my dive buddy checked out a
six-foot swimming moray eel -- and this was just in the
first couple minutes.
A few feet
farther down, I
could see the
looming shadow
of the Prince
Albert, a 140-
foot tanker/
tramp freighter
sitting at 65
feet since
1985. Now
encrusted with
corals and
anemones (purple-
tipped and
pale varieties),
the wreck is home to schools of Creole and
yellow cleaner wrasse, four-eyed
butterflyfish, parrotfish, French
and queen angels, and a school
of Bermuda chub. A five-foot barracuda
hung off the bow. In the
ship's open hold, a huge green
moray lay so docile I thought it
was dead. When I got within arm's
reach, I noticed its gills were
barely moving. On return from
exploring the holds, it was gone.
I dropped down to watch a scurrying
smooth box crab, a strange
creature that looks like half a
colander with legs coming out the
sides. Above, I was surprised to
see my buddy following a cruising
eagle ray. Great image.
We had arrived at the Roatan airport in the early afternoon, moved quickly
through customs, boarded a bus for a half-hour drive, then went aboard a shuttle boat
for a quick ride through a mangrove-lined lagoon to the resort. The first question
asked on arrival was "How many of you have been here before?" Those who raised their
hands were promptly dismissed and ran off to get into the water, less than an hour
after passing through customs. Newbies were required to take a checkout dive with an
instructor, then listen to an introductory talk explaining that the maximum depth was
130 feet and dive times were an hour, a limit that is largely a courtesy to divers
waiting up top (I only made one dive out of 20 that lasted less than an hour). This
orientation to the geography of the Front Yard is important, because when the boat
is returning to the resort after dives, divers may jump in a few hundred yards from
shore to mosey back underwater.
CoCo View is situated on a large sandbar just off the coast of Roatan Island, about
midway down the second-largest barrier reef in the world. Now in its 40th year, CoCo
View is a well-maintained "seasoned" resort, with 29 rooms adjacent to or over the water
on pilings. All have a small fridge, air conditioning (I didn't need it for 80-degree
nights in April), a large jug of water, a coffeemaker and coffee, showers with reliable
hot water (solar heated), a hammock for snoozing, and good daily maid service. One can
also rent a three-bedroom villa or private homes down the narrow beach.
Staffed with excellent and polished divemasters accustomed to giving personal
attention to scores of divers weekly, the dive operation is well organized. Upon
returning from a dive, I walked out the back of my assigned boat onto the dock, and
after a few steps, I was in my boat's storage and drying shed, with drying racks,
rinse tanks for cameras and suits, and my own locker. Leave your checked cylinder at
your locker, and you'll find it set up on the boat in the morning. Tanks were aluminum
80s (and 60s and 100s), and the rental equipment was fairly new.
I dived with four excellent divemasters -- Gringo, Robert, Raul and Manny -- who
kicked along slowly and found plenty of interesting critters. Some of the divemasters
have been there 20 years and seemed to be very happy with their jobs, still willing to
go the extra mile to satisfy customers. Many repeat divers request their favorite divemasters
upon return.
Speaking of repeat divers, an older solo diver on my boat kept to himself, although
he was polite and friendly. He rolled off the boat alone on each dive and disappeared
for an hour. I learned that, for some years now, he arrives from his Texas home, stays
the week and makes about 20 dives, goes home, then returns two weeks later. That CoCo
View gives a free week to anyone who has paid for nine is a bit of incentive. I heard
he has made 700 dives here, but it seems like much more to me. He said he returns
because the diving is easy and the reefs are different on every dive. Now there is a
true CoCo Nut.
Divers like him return for dives like Mary's Place, a wall dive featuring a large
crack in the reef several meters deep that traverses down to the edge of the wall,
where it makes a 90-degree turn and opens on the wall at 90 feet. Essentially, it's
a cave dive without a ceiling and with 75- to 100-foot visibility. Along the way, I
traveled under large purple sea fans and colorful soft corals. On the deeper parts,
stands of black coral stood out. Coming up the wall, I investigated crevices full of
graysby groupers and coneys, with stoplight, red-fin and princess parrotfish darting
around. Manny pointed out a scorpionfish, while mid-sized Nassau and black groupers
lolled around. Half a dozen curious reef squid got in the face of several divers,
flashing colors to communicate with their gang.
Each morning, we departed at 8 a.m. for two morning dives, followed by lunch back
at the resort, then a 2 p.m. departure for two afternoon dives. We would be back at
the drying shed by 4 p.m. Divers are loaded onto four 50-foot dive boats, originally
manufactured for the U.S. Navy for diving. Capable of holding 20 divers comfortably,
each one has sun coverage, spacious rear dive decks, cutouts in the gunwales for side
entries, and twin rear ladders. A unique feature is the interior center well forward
of the engine, with a ladder for entry during heavy weather. There's also a smaller
similar craft and a 45-foot boat with a 900-horsepower diesel engine to visit remote
dive sites. All boats have resuscitation kits, radios (and cell phone service), camera
rinse tanks, and gear storage. My boat also
had music, usually Spanish rap but sometimes
oldies, which got a few divers boogying.
Between dives, crew offered snacks, mangos,
watermelon and pineapple.
The Front Yard makes for an easy-todo,
shore-based night dive. Channel crabs
and octopus, hiding during the day, appeared
in droves after sunset. The Prince Albert
crawled with night life. (Before leaving on
the dive, which essentially starts at the
cafeteria doorstep, order dinner, which will
be waiting for you on return. You don't even
have to get out of your wetsuit, just eat at
a water's-edge table.) With the easy 24-hour
access, some divers arise as early as 4 a.m.
for dawn dives.
On one dive along the CoCo View wall, I spotted two dozen spawning parrotfish,
spiraling upward to about 15 feet, shooting a burst of milky sperm and eggs, then
repeating the process. This led to an interesting discussion at the bar with my dive
group that evening: Do fish have orgasms?
It is easy to spend five hours a day underwater at this place. My dive club leader
cautioned divers more than once about building up excess bottom time. Nitrox is a
must, as is keeping a careful eye on your computer. I noticed that the dive staff was
pumping 29 to 30 percent, not 32 percent. While one of them first tried to blame it
on the heat and humidity, which made no sense, the dive operations manager later confessed
they had a mechanical problem, and a repairman was scheduled in a week or two. Presumably they are pumping 32 now.
We dived Pidgeon Caye, a sand bar with a couple of palm trees in the open
Caribbean toward Guanaja, an hour's journey. We anchored in five feet of water and
walked ashore, where the only residents were a few small lizards. After lunch on the
boat, we dived for 80 minutes on this truly pristine reef, with huge pillar corals and
150-foot visibility. Large and plentiful stands of staghorn, elkhorn, brain coral, lettuce
corals and all sorts of encrusting coral were the healthiest I've seen in years.
And the water was full of animals: eagle rays and stingrays, sergeant majors, dusky
and cocoa damsels, schools of blue and brown chromis with indigo hamlets, reticulated
filefish, ocean surgeonfish, honeycomb cowfish, horse-eyed jacks and even a cero. But
no big stuff, because this area is outside Roatan's marine park.
Most reefs are covered in healthy encrusting corals, staghorn and smaller branching
corals that can easily get broken with diver activity. I even saw a small stand
of elkhorn near the southwest end of the Front Yard's wall. Soft corals and sea fans,
especially purple sea fans, were everywhere. Sandy areas around the resort and on
the top of most walls had the usual inhabitants, like stingrays, peacock flounder and
even yellow-headed jawfish, where I studied males incubating eggs in their mouths.
Glimmering tilefish were frequent, along with trumpetfish, rosy razorfish and various
blennies. And I probably encountered more seahorses here than anywhere. On one dive,
an aggressive yellow-face pike blenny attacking his image in a mirror became one of my
macro photo highlights for the trip.
If you make five dives a day, about the only thing else you have time for is
eating. The dining room, serving buffet meals, has ample seating for the resort's 80
guests. Breakfast began at 7 a.m., with scrambled eggs, omelets, pancakes or waffles,
toast, sometimes breakfast tacos, always fresh fruit and fruit juice. Lunch could be tacos, do-it-yourself fajitas, French fries,
and sometimes hamburgers, hot dogs and do-ityourself
salads. Dinner could be anything from
potato casseroles and lasagna to steak and
chicken dishes, always with as many helpings
as you want. On Friday evening, we had a steak
and lobster dinner, and lionfish caught during
the week by those who wished to hunt them were
fried up for all.
Around the full-service bar, on the other
side of the dining room, guitarists cranked
out Elton John, Bob Marley and Jimmy Buffett
songs in the evening. One night, a blues
rocker who resides on the island provided several
hours of high volume entertainment that
even got my dive buddy (who describes herself
as a "closet drummer") involved playing drums
for one set.
There are other things to do in Roatan
for divers and non divers, and many adventurers take zip line tours. The day before
flying home, I took an island eco-tour drive, which included climbing into large
motorized dugout canoes to visit old fishing villages with stilt houses. The fishing
families are remnants of the old Roatan culture that reportedly go back centuries. Our
guide said that the canals, cut through the mangrove forests, may be pre-Columbian.
Having only seen a glimpse of a reef shark on our dives, my buddy wanted more, so
through CoCo View we signed up for the shark dive offered by Waihuka Adventure Divers
out of Coxen Hole. About two miles offshore, with 15 other divers, I traveled down a
line to the bottom in 100-foot visibility. Twenty six- to seven-foot Caribbean reef
sharks arrived to mingle with us, and I followed the rules of keeping my hands tucked
in (no flappers!) and not touching them, even when they brushed against me. Small
schools of horse-eyed jacks traveled with them, as did one large black grouper that
liked to be stroked. After 10 minutes, we lined up against a coral wall about 30 feet
from the bait bucket as the sharks started circling the bucket. As soon as the shark
feeder opened the bucket, the grouper snatched a fish and shot away like a rocket. The
sharks frenzied for a minute, then slowly dispersed. Afterward, I picked up a tooth one
of them had lost.
CoCo View advertises itself as "the world's favorite dive resort" and "the most
respected dive operation." While some might see that as advertising hype, I sure don't.
For both experienced and beginning divers, CoCo View is surely a contender for those
titles, and after 40 years it's still going strong. Put this place on your bucket list.
-- D.D.
Our Undercover Diver's Bio: "I got my dive certification at the YMCA back in the 1970s,
but I didn't do much diving until I moved to Los Angeles in 1990. Then I got recertified
and rapidly received certificates for technical diving and rebreathers. I've been
doing about 100 openwater dives a year for the last 25 years with a good local dive
group, and I've dived all around the world but certainly not everywhere. I presently
have more than 1,500 openwater dives under my belt and about 200 technical/ rebreather
dives, although I don't do those anymore. I just like to dive."
Divers Compass: Nonstop flights from Atlanta (less than three hours)
and Houston (about two hours) head to Roatan on Saturdays . . . Dive
packages run $1,514 to $1,775 for seven days, plus 16 percent tax, and
include airport transfers, three meals daily, unlimited shore diving,
two two-tank boat trips, use of sea kayaks and other amenities . . .
Have plenty of US$1 bills for tipping . . . October through February
can have heavy rainstorms; July through October is the most at-risk time for hurricanes . . . The U.S. State Department recommends taking a malaria prophylaxis
on Roatan if you're staying for longer than a week, but the likelihood of
contracting malaria is small . . . CoCo View has an on-site clinic specializing in
minor dive-related problems, such as Eustachian tube dysfunction . . . Roatan has a
hyperbaric chamber; donate a few bucks for its care of unfortunate divers . . . And
donate also to the Marine Park, which is doing a fine job of preserving the flora and
fauna . . . Websites: CoCo View Resort -- www.cocoviewresort.com; Waihuka Adventure
Divers -- sharkdiveroatan.net