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The first thing I learnt about this place is that you have to bring your own woman.
A disappointment I did not need.
However, the boat that sailed us there had a free bar, whilst at sea.
Being drunk at 10am holds a special feeling, it’s one that I cherish, and I always look forward to the next occasion. In this morning moment, Bobbing on the Caribbean waves, Beers in each hand. Mexico was looking pretty good.
Land ahoy, and the last orders bell rang. Bloated and excited, we leapt from the boat into some sort of zoo on the far side of the island. What we did not know was the boat to town was in a few hours. We were trapped with two options,
1) pay some yank my life savings to meet his dolphin and have my picture taken with a parrot
2) Drink overpriced corona.
We chose neither and had ourselves a few pina colada’s.
There was also some kind of all you can eat buffet, so we paid up, and took the chef to town while waiting for the boat. I recall as a passing gesture of our appreciation, we filled our bags with non-perishable’s and more pina colados when we left
(please note – barracuda in garlic sauce is not just very nice but very perishable, in a rucksack – but it came on a nice plate, which I also stole).
The bar came back, engines roaring and we set sail once more.
I’m, sure as we were leaving a dolphin winked at me.
Eventually, we made it! And we made it again in the golf rental place, then we made it all over the island, and back to dolphin prison for the last ten minutes of the all you can eat thing.. again we re-filled our bags, and a 4-seat car.
The next 24 hours raced by at 6 mph. We did not stop for anyone or anything. Speed bumps, Mexicans, the police or the beach… we were consequently told off and threatened.
I guess that’s what happens when you give women there own island.
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