If this sleepy little place was any more laid back it would fall over, not really my cup of tea but it was Ok(ish) for a short stop on the trip from Belize to The Yucatan for a few more days of hustle and bustle to end the trip and face an 11hr flight in cattle class.
So my thoughts were that given the size of the island there were far too many eating places vying for what little custom there was
Kenny is not some fantastically gifted canine, but a gnarled old man who was camera shy.
Of all the businesses the washer-lady seemed to be doing a roaring trade
Cutesey names and USP's, you starve if you are a shit fisherman
I am not sure what business is like for these guys as I did not see one drunk, beggar or smackhead staggering about the place, maybe they come out after the witching hour. Forming an orderly queue.........
.....and respect the server, otherwise it may not be ranch dressing that has been jizzed on your BBQ'd ribs n wings
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