Being out here in the working-class neighbourhood brings a very different rhythm from being "in town". Ladies do their laundry outside, below our window. The Cristal (drinking) water truck glides by and we get a 20 litre jug for about $2. A kid on an old scooter circles the streets nonstop selling hot tortillas. Thing is, he also honks nonstop on an old-style bike horn that makes it sound like Chico Marx is out there getting Groucho's attention!
We pack up and try to walk to the corner in time to get the one-and-only public bus. It should pass by every 35 minutes, but hey ---- manana! About 40 cents for the 3 mile ride to the end of the line at the market. The white-sand beaches are mostly deserted til 11 am or so. Great for solo snorkeling and the shoals of fish always seem as eager to see us as vice-versa. Best spots are under the wooden bridge or around the rocks in the shallows.
Back home to avoid the searing midday sun, there's always tropical fruits to snack on. Did you know iguanas like bananas?? Me neither, but they're not getting my pineapple!
Looks like the iguana can peel the banana. He doesn't need no stinkin' banana skin.
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