Well this’ll be brief as we didn’t do anything aside from getting off the ship and catching a bus to the resort area in order to find the best beaches. I’m not a beach person by any means as my natural habitat is hiding from the cursed Daystar in front of a glowing monitor. However I’m also enough of a Brit to laugh in the face of melanoma when presented with cobalt-blue water and pristine white Caribbean sand.
This’ll do
So, we had a few drinks, such is is the sacred tradition of my people, bimbled onto the beach and swam about for as long as we guessed the margin-of-error of the sunblock protection allowed for. Then we went back to the ship.
Couple of things we noted: They have square coins and speak a messed up language broadly base on Dutch and Spanish. An American couple from New York we spoke to in the bar reckoned this is the better of the Caribbean islands. They also reacted with horror at where we said we stayed in Brooklyn. I’m so street.
Kurzfassung auf Deutsch: Die Sonne glänzte. Das Wasser war blau. Die Getränke waren (etwas) billig. Alles war in Ordnung.
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