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Arrived on August 29th and Fantasy Island drivers picked me up at the airport. Leaving the airport, I saw the effects of the coup on the mainland a few days before as there were Honduran soldiers eeverywhere. On the bus to Fantasy Island, I met who would be my "Personal " bar tender, Clinton. Clinton proved to be a most valuable resource as he kept …
... around the dive centre. The fact that I worked in IT has got around the resort, and I have spent a fair amount of time fixing peoples IT issues! lol. Mainly iPad related. One guy even tried connecting a wireless keyboard and mouse to his computer without any wireless receiver. He thought it would just work! haha.
I've realised that I haven't really included any visual references about the house I'm living in, so I have added some photos to resolve this :-)
... for less than two weeks and without studying or books except my phrasebook, he said that my Spanish was very good-PRIDE!!! We also had a discussion about petrol which is about $5 TO THE GALLON. How ridiculously cheap! We arrived in Puerto Cortes, my next stop, and I pretty much immediately got onto another bus to San Pedro, which I needed to get to before 12. The conductor guy told me this would be fine, I made him promise. And actually it worked out fine (although he did at ...
... eating!) and his trophy wife, every finger sporting heavily encrusted diamond rings aka Anorexic Barbie. Conversely her mouth was only open to talk about herself and no food passed her lips, although she did rearrange a couple of lettuce leaves on her plate a few times. Ginny said that she had rarely seen her eat anything.
The other couple were equally obnoxious – again the guy hardly spoke but Mrs Motor Mouth more than made up for him. ...
... regularly at the island, we stopped to visit an iguana farm. This was great fun. As soon as we entered the premises we realised we were surrounded by hundreds of iguanas, large and small. Some other visitors were feeding them huge leaves and the iguanas were climbing over each other to grab the food. It was a sort of slow motion feeding frenzy but you had to watch out for your toes as they lumbered around. A mass of these fascinating prehistoric ...
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Fantasy Island Resort is a Nightmare
Fantasy island Beach Resort, Roatan Honduras
I just returned from my week all inclusive vacation at the Fantasy Island Beach Resort on the island of Roatan, Honduras. If you ever want to spend a week that feels like a month, or if you have trouble with the last day of vacation blues, this is the trip for you.
Roatan has been on divers' radar screens for years. The second largest barrier reef in the world runs along its coast. I chose this vacation because it boasted a beautiful beach, water sports, great animal and aquatic life, excellent snorkeling, and a three star resort which was the best that the island offered. World of Vacations was touting the Fantasy Island Beach Resort as a new direct Toronto flight and as a destination paradise for non divers. The resort is owned and operated by the usually upscale Spanish Bonne Beach chain.
As the Fantasy Island bus drove at dusk from the aerporto to the hotel, I was struck by the enormity of garbage strewn mile after mile along the roadside. While there were Texaco, Shell, Reimax, Coldwell Banker and Century 21 signs all along the road, the idea of adopting a span of highway for clean up hadn't occurred to anyone. My spirits lifted as we turned into a regal drive posted as Fantasy Island Resort. The drive way off the litter strewn main road was like falling into a worm hole parallel universe. We were now on this Royal Road bordered by pillars topped with lanterns and lined with cobblestone bricks. The glass half full part of my psyche blocked out that a third of the bulbs were out.
We quickly left the Royal Road part of the journey as the bus crossed a very short rickety wooden bridge and continued on a pot holed dirt road for about a half mile. We pulled into a dirt parking lot with loads of puddles. In front of us was a dark dank dingy two story wooden building that needed an extreme makeover. As we stood in a ridiculously long line up to register while one reception clerk tried to accommodate 139 new arrivals, I had time to reflect that the dark drab dingy exterior theme was picked up as an interior motif.
Little did I know that when the broken English speaking desk clerk handed me a key to room 423, I would begin my first fantasy adventure magical mystery tour on the island. Exiting the building I saw a sign that said rooms 100 and 200 go left. I went right and found various rooms in the 400 series but not 423. Finally a hotel representative looked at the key and said oh 423 means D23. Great because I had seen signs for D rooms. Now focused on D23 I found signs full of promise. I found D10-20 and D 25-30. Go figure but D23 was in the D10-20 group. I turned the key and entered a tunnel like smelly room. The bathroom was full of cracks and holes. The sheets felt like cardboard. That glass half full part of me opened the door to the balcony to find a small closed in area that afforded no ocean view. Oh well-one doesn't spend much time in the room.
Off to the bar. There I found sojourners who had already been here a week. They had been fighting with the hotel about what drinks were to be included in the all inclusive. Usually local brands are included. On this fantasy island only draft beer and local rum were included. Oh well, I'm not much of a drinker.
Off to the beach. Well no one can ruin the bloody beach. Wrong on that one. On this fantasy island they had hauled in sand made up from a local quarry. It stuck to you like glue. The water was full of algae. The palm trees on the beach were dwarfed by pine like trees that were especially planted. Oh well-so it has a lake atmosphere, not so bad. I'll just lie down and read my book in a peaceful setting. Wrongo. The chaise lounges were all the same: cheapo one piece white plastico and no one had gone for the upgrade style that tilts for a back rest. The resort did offer mould and flea infested cushions to lie on top of the plastic bench. No thank you. All week long, I heard an echo from the lips of the fantasy island guests. These words echoed along the beach front like a sacred mantra:" My back hurts".
Okay off of the beach and onto the grounds to take in the spectacular land animals that the Roatan internet sites promised. I searched for the allegedly plentiful turtles. None to be found. I asked where the turtles are. After many a blank stare, I was informed that the turtles were a turtle and egg story. There used to be turtles, but the turtle eggs were a lucrative product and no one figured out no eggs no turtles. There were some very precious tiny monkeys with fingers the size of a new born's toe. This is an important detail later in this story. The iguanas were terrific fun to spot in the large pine trees. But the real excitement was the Agouti. Agouti is code for a large brown rat without a tail. These rat creatures roamed the grounds at will. So if rats are your thing, this was a fabulous fantasy piece for you.
After a few cloudy days of land animal safari, I forget how my back hurt and lay down on one of those dreamy (disturbed dreamy) white plastico benches under a palm tree. Peace at last-well at least right up to the moment when a truck started hauling things up and down, back and forth, to and fro along the beach. Maybe they were tearing the fantasy resort down. No such luck. Then the dive boats started running up and down the water front. Then the truck backed up to within 5 feet of my face spewing its unregulated exhaust. Well the glass half full part of me said "time to rent a car and see the island".
There is one paved road that takes you around most of the 30 by 4 mile island. Roatan is pretty jungle island. I use the word 'pretty' like one uses 'nice' to describe someone that you meet for coffee but don't want to see again. Nothing particularly remarkable about the terrain. There are very few beaches because of the large barrier reef just off the island and the jungle ending at the water. I did find one beautiful cove and had a pleasant but not memorable snorkel. I went into Coxen Hole, the island capital. Roatan was inhabited by pirates seeking protection in its bays after plundering Spanish ships. Coxen was a pirate. Coxen Hole is well named. It is indeed a hole in the sense of arm pit. It offered the worst kind of modernized squalor. At another point on my drive, I was motioned to pull over by a uniformed gun toting policeman. He was standing on the road with another man in plain clothes. He told me I was pulled over so he could see my registration. After I handed him the English language rental paper work, he just kept looking at me like I was suppose to pull something else out. He was waiting for me to quake in my sandals and pull out some U.S. dollars. One of the first things I checked out about Roatan after observing the ridiculous pretext of security at the aerporto was to determine who runs this place. There were 3 levels of police on Roatan: state, municipal and tourist. It's kindergarten subject matter for any traveler that tourist police mean police corruption. Since I really wasn't anxious to get to the beach or the fantasy resort, I decided to be bold. In the past I have found that this can work where the corrupt police can't be bothered taking on the more aggressive tourist. I told the policeman that he had the registration and I was leaving. He didn't stand in front of the car or shoot. After a wrong turn that led to a house and a dead end, I faced a teenager wielding an AK47. It didn't take a political guru to figure out what was happening on the island. American oil and real estate company signs are plentiful. The state police are in creased uniforms and are on the look see for what they can extract. The municipal police man that I spoke with was immaculate in a beautiful pressed uniform, gold looking watch and neck lace. The mayor elect lives in a mansion ala the White House. The locals live in shanty conditions.
I then went to the more tourist town called The West End. This offered food, drink, and some interesting shopping. One could buy real stuffed frogs or beautiful local pottery. I went back to the resort feeling like I had an interesting day. Around 4 a.m. I awoke and spent the next 2 days in the bathroom.When I rose from the almost dead, I decided it was snorkel time.
The second largest barrier reef in the world runs along the island. Roatan has attracted divers for years. If you are a decent swimmer and don't mind dodging the dive boats to get out to past the reef, the aqua scene is nice. The exceptional part is the magnitude of the reef and the drop off into over 100 feet of water.
One can't snorkel all day and remembering the beach scene, I decided it was tennis time. I had brought 5 cans of balls. I had left them on the balcony of Room No. 1 when I moved to Room No. 2 which was only a small improvement over No. 1. The housekeeping manager informed me that no one had my balls. I decided to escalate my inquiry and took it to the hotel manager. She told me that none of her employees took the balls. She knew because the security guard pats down each employee as they leave. I asked if they did that because the resort was experiencing employee theft. I asked the manager where she thought the tennis balls were. She told me that maybe the monkeys took them. Remember the size of these monkeys' hands? Their hands barely hold a sachet of sugar. I looked at her as if she was trying to lighten up the situation with a joke. She was serious. At that point I took off my tennis shoe and like Khrushchev at the United Nations; I hammered it on her desk whilst I insisted on a full inquiry into this money business. Okay no biggie, where can I get some tennis balls. I was informed that since the resort had the only tennis court on the island, I was out of luck.
At this time the glass half full part of me was running out of ideas. By this time I had definitely had it with the beach. Notwithstanding numerous bug spray applications, I was covered in mosquito and sand fly bites. Bingo. I'll stop off at the bar and have an espresso and grab a taxi to the West End for some more shopping and local color sans food or drink. Alas--Nix on the espresso. The bar was out of coffee beans. This is Honduras isn't it? Bananas. Coffee. The hotel gift shop sells beans for goodness sake. No one in the hotel service department thought that was a solution. Oh well I'll watch the local lady demonstrate how they roll cigars. Oops she forgot her tobacco except for the cigars she had for sale. While the seafood and desserts at the hotel were excellent, the service on a scale of 1 to 10 was somewhere between zero and less than zero. If you didn't have a green back handy forgetaboutit.
Taxi time. I called down to the front desk and said that I would pay $15 US for a ride to the west end. This was more than internet postings suggested that one pay. The front desk clerk rang back and said that she checked with security and was told that the taxi wouldn't take me for less than $20. Hum why security and not a taxi company? I asked her if there were other taxi services on the island. I got dead air. At any rate (literally) time was a-wasting so I said agreed to the $20 U.S. while my gut screamed RIP OFF. I go down to the parking lot to find an old relic without safety belts. We drive to the security gate and a huge man starts to get in beside me. Woe there. The taxi driver tells me that he is taking his friend with us. I looked at the gun toting fantasy security guard and asked him if this was okay. He just looked at me. The taxi driver told me that the fantasy island security man doesn't speak any English. My gut was saying don't go so I told the taxi man that I wasn't okay with his friend going along for my ride. On the way back I had no trouble getting a taxi for $15. On the plane home, other travelers got taxis for less than $10 U.S. Just another scam that the hotel reception, security and this first taxi man conspired in to rip off the fantasy guests. What are these people thinking? We are not going to figure it out?
The best part of this World of Vacations, Bonne Beach Corp. owned Fantasy Island Beach Resort vacation was that it wasn't a downer to come home. One man's fantasy is another man's nightmare. Don't let it become yours.
Godd Value For The Money
Visited March, 2005.
For anyone wanting a warm getaway without the big resort noise and constant hassling of beach vendors Roatan is worth a try. The island is small - no casinos or extensive shopping - but much more than a divers paradise. The Fantasy Island resort is rated at 3 stars and it is at least that. The food is ample and varried and the beach fantastic. The water is warm and calm as it is protected by a reef with lots of space since most people are away diving. The rooms are fair - spacious and clean but in need of upgrading. Staff is friendly and helpful. Not much evening entertainment. Plan a side trip to West Beach which reminds me of what Key West was like in the 60's. Definately a possibility for a return trip - probably the best 3 star resort we've been to.
Beach is beautiful, snorkeling is great. Service is horrible. Food comparible to cuba not much variation. No entertainment everyone goes to bed at 9 or 10. No daily activities. This is stricly a dive resort. There are day trips but they get expensive and so does anything off the resort. Drinks are domestic only and to be honest the rum compares to water.
The bugs don't hurt or itch until you get home, and once your home you will wished you went somewhere else for that kind of money.
Had a good time
we returned from fantasy island on feb 12 2005. all and all i enjoyed the resort. yes the bugs were bad but no different if you went somewhere camping. the beach was beautiful and the water great. the resort was clean and the food good. the staff was always friendly and very helpful. the staff was always working around cleaning and raking the beach. it is a very small resort and they seem to be working hard to upgrade it. if you are used to 5 star resorts and big buffets and fancy rooms, by al means do not got there. it is a 3 star resort not a 5 and you should not expect it to be the same as a high rise in cancun. all in all we enjoyed our trip and renting a car to drive around the island. the weather was good. it did rain a few times but only in the morning. i have read a lot of negative reviews about the resort. if you like fancy do not go. if you like clean and small with a great beach and weather do go. there is not much night life but they do have a few shows during the week.the beer was good and the rum drinks also. they only have one bar and it closes at 11 but they have frigs in the room and we bought beer in town. if you want good shopping go to coxen hole on tuesdays when the cruise ships come in. they have a good market there and a lot of vendors. any other day it is quite with a few good stores to shop in. if you like the water to dive or snorkle it is the place to go
Welcome to the Do Drop Inn!!!
Just returned from a week stay at Fantasy Island Resort with 19 other divers on Feb 5.....
Bugs, Smells, Too many divers per dive master, Stolen dive gear, Poor air quality and tank fills, bats flying over head in the outside dining area (how appetizing), bar closed at 11pm and there was no night life.
A fellow traveler's wife called and the front desk said we checked out and then hung up....this caused a great deal of concern on her part not knowing what was happening. The resort needs a face lift both in the buildings and staff.
The Westjet flight down and back was fantastic...the whole crew made the 4 1/2 hour flight enjoyable. *****
The diving was good although the visablity was lacking in some areas. The dive boat had fresh fruit after each dive which was great to get rid of the salt taste.
Summary....dive buddies great....diving good...resort not so good....
Oh My God!
This is the real resort from the Robin Williams classic "Club Paradise".
Their web site is fantastic but in reality the place is unacceptable. The resort itself is a place that has been built and never properly maintained.
The rooms although clean in general appearance have mold in the bathrooms, toilets & ceilings..The beds are firm with 2 cheap pillows and cheap cotton sheets, they do have tv but no remotes for the tv which i never usually watch but because the nite life was so bad I ended up watching every night. I was repeatly bitten by mites which i think were embedded in the mattress'. If you come here without bug spray you are asking for major trouble. Usually, when I arrive on my vacation i put my bathing suit on and go down and run into the water for a swim, well at this resort I ran down to the beach to find it polluted with algae washing up on the shore ( a sign that human waste was washing up onto the beach )..as a result there was no swimming in the ocean
other than through the dive sites. That would be ok if they had a pool
but the pool is actually so crappy that it isn't even worth mentioning.
I think my neighbours blow up pool for his kids was more appealing than this resorts.
I do not blame the tour operator because the rep for the hotel did everything he could possibly do to fix the problems that came up. In fact the rep from world of vacations was the only real professional in the whole resort. The dive staff although nice were actually poorly trained as the dive boats would send out up to 22 people on a dive with only one dive master per boat..I think PADI should review any association they might have with this dive shop. As for the security, I had my new dive compass stolen from their so called secure lockup and when I complained, the dive staff said I must have lost it myself.
The food is the same day and night. The two restaurants are actually
not open at the same time so you either eat at one or the other depending on which is open. If you like coffee or tea in the morning
you might as well bring your own because the coffee is awful and the staff can't seem to make a hot cup of tea. Most of the time the staff is so incompetant that you have to ask them 3 or 4 times to do something.
In most cases it is easier if you just get whatever you ask for yourself.
The restaurant down on the beach has the same food as the restaurant on the second floor although the bats that sleep and defecate above where the food is laid out leave little for one's appetiate. All in all the worst vacation I have ever experienced. Just not acceptable by todays standards. This place needs a major facelift.
Terrible except for the dive staff and diving!!!
I am rating Fantasy Island "Terrible" based on the actual hotel, but have nothing but great things to say about the dive shop on site.
I went with a large group of friends in January 2002 and we dove with Willie, Derry and Moses all week. They are FABULOUS guys and took such great care of us. I have never been so well looked after by dive staff on any other trip. The actual dives were great (even saw a seahorse for the first time) and the dive sites were fairly close by so you didn't waste too much time boating back and forth. The dive shop also had hot outdoor showers right by the dock, which was sooo nice because after two dives you come back pretty cold. Definately a good experience in terms of the diving.
Everything else left much to be desired, including getting there in the first place. I live in Toronto, Canada, and by the time I got to my hotel room at Fantasy Island I had been travelling for FOURTEEN hours. Between the stop-over halfway through the trip, no meals being served on the flight and waiting for the island-hopper to get from the mainland over to Roatan it was a LONG, exhausting trip. If you plan on going there double-check everything with your travel agent because ours neglected to even advise us of the three hour stop-over. By the time I got to my room at Fantasy Island I was so exhausted and hungry I was ready to pass out.
Once at the hotel we quickly discovered that the septic system was overflowing; the unpleasant smell made that all too obvious and we were subject to it all week long. In all fairness we did go at the end of the rainy season so I'm sure this is not a problem in drier weather. The rooms were quite shabby, with peeling paint and chipped plaster, but otherwise they were clean. The food was blah, blah, blah, and everything that didn't get consumed at dinner was recycled into the lunch buffet the next day. We got pretty tired of seeing the same foods "in disguise" over and over again.
That's all okay but the thing about Fantasy Island that I really had a hard time swallowing was the staff!!! It took forever to get served wine at dinner, probably because it was included in the price and the longer they take to bring it to you the less you'll drink. But honestly, sometimes we were done eating by the time the servers got around to bringing us the wine we ordered!!! Also every time we went to a different bar we were told different things; some bartenders told us all drinks were included and some told us only drinks made with domestic alcohol were included. Not sure if this was a deliberat attempt by some staff to pocket money or if the management did a terrible job of advising staff of policy recent changes.
And here's the clincher.....I was scheduled to go for a wreck dive with the Dive Master as part of my Advanced Certification but was suddenly hit by hypoglycemia and knew I would never make it through that dive unless I ate first. I went up to the kitchen to beg a snack. I explained the situation to the server preparing for the dinner hour and he said he understood what hypoglycemia was and would bring food to my room right away. I asked if I couldn't just get it now, as I was in a hurry to meet the Dive Master. He insisted upon bringing it to my room, likely so that he could get a tip. Fine. I went to my room to get my dive gear and waited 15 minutes for him and he still didn't show up. I finally left and managed to scrounge food on the dive boat. When I got back to my room later there was the food and a note from the Server saying he had gotten in really big trouble from the Kitchen Manager for "sneaking" food to my room and could I please find him in the dining room at dinner. Fine. I found him, told him I didn't get the food on time but gave him a big tip for his trouble anyway, and asked him who had given him a hard time because I wanted to talk to them and explain that staff should not be accused of "sneaking" food to guests who have specifically requested it due to a medical condition. The Server looked very surprised and said that the Kitchen Manager was gone on holidays for one week. Very fishy.
The next day he knocked on the door to my room and said if there was ever anything he could do for me to please let him know. I guess I gave him TOO big a tip and now I was his best friend. I did not want further guilt trips so I never asked him for anything for the whole rest of the trip.
This is the part that kills me....when me and my friends were all standing around the lobby waiting for the bus out to the airport the Server showed up, pulled me aside and said he had been fired for sneaking that food to me and that he had to go back to his home town and needed $80 for a bus ticket. He was wearing a Fantasy Island staff shirt while he gave me this story!!! I'm guessing that when you get fired in Honduras they take the shirt off your back and promptly escort you off the property. I told him to take me to the person who had fired him so I could vouch for him and hopefully get his job back, and of course he said they were not on site. I said fine, I'll talk to the Hotel Manager instead and of course he didn't want me to do that either.
Between this scam-artist and the rest of the staff in general I was NOT impressed.
The one thing I will say that I loved about Fantasy Island was all the critters running around the place. There were iguanas in the trees (you have to look for them, but they're there) and tame rabbits and ducks everywhere, especially at dusk. If you made kissing noises the rabbits would come right over and hunker down for a good scratch between the ears. They were very sweet and it was always nice to make friends with them as I went for my evening walks.
Pretty sad when you're more impressed with the four-footed Fantasy Islanders than you are with the two footed ones.
Value in diving
We just returned from a one week trip. Unlike other reports we found very little fish life. After travelling for the last 10 years on dive holidays I expected more life. there was the normal fish life but not in great quanities. We did see a sea horse and the other group say a turtle, again we were only there for one week. It could also be the time of year. The diving is well organized and with the direct flight out of Toronto it is a very simple trip to organize. Dive centre was excellent and meal times are around the boat dives, so you never miss a meal. Our boat allways left on time and sometimes early. Large boats with very few divers so there is lots of room. If you have never dove in the south then this is the place to start. One of the best dives is the shark dive. most dives were near an hour long. An example of how close the sites are-the boat left at 9am, we did a 62 minute dive and were back at the dock by 10:25.
The food in the hotel was good and no shortage of it. Rooms need a major overhall.
Beach is excellent except for the bugs, people walking the beach upon arrival already had bites over their bodies in 2 hours. People who left their doors open at night received the same.
Diving is well organized and if you are not bothered by the sand fleas the place is excellent as a "dive hotel".
As stated in other reviews, I may return but not right away, there are other places to see, with I think more sea life, but remember it is value in diving. I suggest book your diving on arrival if you are not going to shore dive. Shore dive requires a 2 minute boat dive to the site which has an excellent wreck and wall dive
Roatan - Good diving but not much else
I read the previous review of Fantasy Island Resort before we left on our 9 day vacation. That writer nailed it right on the head. Fantasy Island is a very mediocre resort in terms of food and accommodations. All of the existing rooms need a face lift. They are however, just finishing a new building and those rooms should be pretty decent. I imagine they'll be ready for occupation just after Jan 2005.
The staff was great across the board.
This was our first diving trip and the diving was fantastic. The divemasters and boat pilots are terrific. We had Derry and Moses for our entire week. Even though we were newbies they had us "scubaing" like pros within a day. Our favorite spots were "Mary's Place" and the "40' Feeding Station."
We took an afternoon drive over to Anthony's Key Resort and did the Dolphin Encounter and Dolphin Swim. Absolutely fantastic!!!! We played tag and fetch with 4 dolphins as we snorkled in 12' of water. A magical moment.
Once on Roatan is enough. Too many other places to see. And, I see no reason to go unless you're a diver. Not much else to do. Watch out for the sand fleas. Don't use anything less than 25% DEET.
Just got back from two weeks at Fantasy Island Resort on Roatan Bay Island. I've been to many dive trips in the islands and countires including Tahiti, Australia, China, Europe etc , so I'm no novice.
First the good parts:
The diving was above average. Dive boats were a little slow but since the furthest spot was 18 min away, who cares! Most days it was a 8 min ride. They put you on a boat according to the day you arrive. This means you are on the same boat for the week, same divemaster, captain and guests, you get to know the people well. Easy to make friends. I was on two different boats, most people go for a week and I was there for two weeks. I had really great people both weeks. There was a low of three people one day but most of the time it was 8-10 people. The boats are made for diving so easy exit and entry. When it was rough (3 days of the two weeks, it is a little exciting to get back aboard but not too tough.
Darren was my divemaster both weeks. He was a great guy. He worked hard to spot sea life and took off several times to guide rays and turtles back to the group of divers. He has good eyes!
The reef is excellent. Great Walls! Really nice swim throughs in cracks in the wall. 82 degrees water temp every day.
Visibility was OK, not great. 40 -60 feet most days. It looked like there was "smoke" in the water.
They do three dives a day (included). Boat goes out at 9 am. Back about 10:30. Second dive starts about 11 back for lunch by 12:30 or so. Third dive is at 2:30.
Two wrecks that are easy to dive. Price Albert is about 90 feet long. Mr. Bud is about 50 feet long both are in about 50-70 feet of water. Price Albert is accessible as a shore dive. Real close to the hotel. 100 yds swim at most. There is a DC3 plane next to the PA but it is in pretty bad shape since it actually crashed there!
Food was all buffet style. There are waiters to get stuff, clear plates etc. They were mostly nice hard working people (give em a tip at the end of your time). We only had one guy who was overworked one day and rather grumpy! Say Hello to Samuel! He is a good man and an excellent waiter.
LOTS OF: big morays, turtles, jacks, coral, Gorgonians, Sea horses, reef fish.
Some : Eagle Rays, octopus, wrass
Didn't see any sharks. But there is a shark dive if you want to go.
The food was Ok. Better than some I've been to worse than others. Some people thought it was great, some thought it was terrible.
The beef was good every time. The Chicken was too much of the same style each night. Shrimp were huge and varried in style but they were usually over cooked.
French toast was excellent. They will make you an omeltte as you like. Deserts looked great but were not very sweet, except the Flan which was EXCELLENT.
Bar was really small and usually populated only at happy hour..5-6PM Coctails were 4-5 bucks beer was $2-3. At local restaurants potent rum drinks were only $2!
Rooms were fair. Good size but a little drab. My air conditioner broke one night about 9 PM. I complained and expected to get no place but they sent the repair guy immediatley. He put a new one in in 1 hour!
They have "shows" at night and they try hard but..well nothing, I'd pay to see!
SAND FLEAS!!!!!!!!!!! You really have to put on repellent EVERYPLACE on your body! Several people on out boat took a nap in the hammocks on the beach, put on DEET and still got eaten alive in all the places they missed! Worse part, you don't feel them bite! You don't see them but in 10 minutes you'll know it! I was bitten a few times and NEVER saw the little suckers! off the sand is not bad on the sand..... WATCH OUT. Since I dove every day it was not a big problem for me. No fleas on the BOAT!
The island is only 24 miles by 3 miles. Very little to do if you do not dive!
I won't go back cause there are too many more places to go but the diving was better than Martinique, Guadaloupe or southern Yucatan not as good as Tahiti or Australia. About as good as Turkes and Caicos.