For good measure, the toilet is placed just beneath the runoff from the roof of the bungalow. Even with the umbrella that we’ve carefully placed by the bathroom door, it's difficult to stay dry.
A tropical bathroom shower in the rain - is pretty standard.
Maybe even romantic.
But - what if you have to spend a little TIME on the potty?
The rain doesn’t mess around here, either.
It comes down with intense tropical enthusiasm.
Up a narrow stone path and a slippery muddy trail, between rocks so tight that Stan had to turn sideways to get through. And this - after the taxi dumped us off on a side road god knows where. In the pouring rain.
|Stan - with his pack - and folding guitar.|
I keep thinking - where the heck ARE we?
Watching the scene below.
Pretty pleased with our choice of being on the hill.
All sounds of a regular city, doing the things they do everyday.
Snorkeling gear on, jumped IN at Manta Point, where the waters swirl around a rock - creating a sort of jet stream for fish and plankton. We were flowing WITH the strong current, and the mantas came towards us, huge mouths wide open, feeding on plankton.
They are HUGE - 2-3 meters across. Their mouths are wide open, feeding on all the little creatures and plankton floating swiftly by us.
Dozens of them.
Next to us.
We struck manta gold.
Something I’ve never seen before, even though we have seen mantas in other places. The water was chilly, but - we were too busy watching all the mantas to care.
WAY cool. I was totally impressed.
This alone was worth coming for.
As the sun went down, thousands of giant bats begin to appear.
An impressive day.
Can’t ask for much more than that.
The place is so ridiculously laid-back and relaxed.
The weather not as hot as I’d feared. Without electricity, there were no fans.
Yes, the nights were a bit heavy and still under the mosquito netting, but - worth it.
I snorkeled every few hours, and loved it.
We saw our first sting ray before we even got off the boat. Underwater was even better. Small black-tip sharks, a wonderful octopus, large cuttlefish, great healthy coral formations, fish of all shapes and colors - I’d go back again.
There were about 6-12 of us on the island at different times, coming and going.
It was such a relaxed atmosphere, you couldn’t help talking to everyone.
To use a trite phrase: Awesome.
Really, really cool.