I was on a tiny rock called Bonacca off the tiny island of Guanaja about 15 years ago. Everyone was carrying guns and machetes. Bonacca has no roads only foot paths around the island which actually is above water so all the refuse and sewer flushes out to the ocean. All the big drug runners stop by and party. Everybody is related and everybody is everybodys cousin. They had two or three beatdown hotels that were dirt cheap. I only planned to stay there one night but stayed 5 days because every one treated me like family. However like family that are drinking all day together, trouble always follows at night. People shooting guns in the air and chasing each other with machetes and knives. Talking about drinking with your head on a swivel. Whew! Just be careful out there.