Next morning we awoke to this scene which doesn't quite show the wind that was blowing
and Suzanne
Seva
and I
decided to go for a walk starting by recording our sign
and then the private house
with the restricted breeding ground
and the conch holiday greetings
before reaching the Southern Cross where we recorded the dinner menu
and met the manager
before recording the sign for the roadside stand which sold shells and gave domino lessons
but it was closed and so we marched on past The Club
to the Little Cayman Beach resort
where we took the obligatory phone booth photo
recorded the sculptures of found objects
and the large screen where the Super Bowl might be shown
and then ran into an iguana and took many photos.
Moving on, we came to the cemetery
and then the church
and onward we found a little lizard
as we made our way past the district office which also housed the post office
with the post boxes
and the trail marker
as we saw more signs protecting the iguana
and a welcome/farewell sign
as we marched on
until we reached the hungry iguana
where we saw the Super Bowl tire.
Back at home, Peter returned and (in my myopic telling of the tale) told the story of his morning dive
and then lunch was made
and drinks were mixed
so that we could claim our boat
and make our way across the sea
in the direction of Owen Island
where we docked and pulled the boat ashore
as we looked back
and then brought the boat safely ashore
checked out the palapa
and Peter pulled his hat
out of his bag
and we began to explore the island
from our sheltered beach
and then drinks
and cups were distributed
and enjoyed.
Back on the mainland, we made our way to the Hungry Iguana and along the way we ran into Paulette
and Walter
before we recorded first sunset views along the way
and then from the back of the restaurant
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and watched the moon rise
and shine
and as we left the beach
we once again recorded the Super Bowl tire swing
and then settled into the menu
noting that it was fajita night
and recorded the drink menu
as Suzanne
Seva
Peter
and I
watched the last wisp of sunset
and had our drinks -- rum punch and daquiri --
as the conch fritters arrived
and I admired the condiments
before we moved inside where under the huge fish
we had our tortillas
and condiments
and fajita
as Suzanne had her jerk chicken
and I constructed my bits of meal
as Seva received her mudslide
Peter received his keylime pie
and I received my rum cake.
Seva and Suzanne shared the mudslide and then we made our way home.
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and Suzanne
Seva
and I
decided to go for a walk starting by recording our sign
and then the private house
with the restricted breeding ground
and the conch holiday greetings
before reaching the Southern Cross where we recorded the dinner menu
and met the manager
before recording the sign for the roadside stand which sold shells and gave domino lessons
but it was closed and so we marched on past The Club
to the Little Cayman Beach resort
where we took the obligatory phone booth photo
recorded the sculptures of found objects
and the large screen where the Super Bowl might be shown
and then ran into an iguana and took many photos.
