Looking over the ocean from the pool deck at the hotel. Looks
like the daily
storm is brewing. |
Dinner at The Halfshell Raw Bar
the first night. The hostesses
were very nice.
They wouldn't
let me have the T-shirt. |
The Southernmost point in
the continental U.S.A.
I waved to Castro. |
A friendly young lady I met the second night out who showed
me her 8-cylinder
scooter. |
Making friends with the bar-tender at The Flying Monkey.
|
Raising the sail on the 50 foot Catamaran. |
There she goes...the sail...not
the anonymous girl. |
Third night...I have the flowery shirt...but do I have the energy
to go into
Rick's? |
Last day. These giant trees
were all over the island. I think they're called
Banyan trees. |
A giant lobster we saw heading back up Route 1. |
Putting on the rain gear on the way back. Nothing like a
paper jumpsuit to
protect you from the driving rain. |
