Clothes stall outside the campground on the main drag:
Anti-Rusty squad on patrol. I bend down to pick up a stone and they run. Actual Mexicans throw the stones to keep the dogs away.
I’ve counted up to 20 boats in the anchorage. You hardly ever see sailors on deck or getting in the water.
Fresh coconuts to drink:
For sale if you dare:
Alain washing his Honda 500. A really nice guy who loaned me an extension cord to reach the nearest positive outlet. He likes to practice chi’s English which he had to learn when he ran a furniture factory in Quebec. He’s retired and is thinking his bike may be too big for him. No comment from me…
Coastal views from the RV park:
I like to walk the main drag at night looking for patches of light. I also take food to some dogs who don’t look well cared for at a house up the street.
One well cared for idle dog:
Banana trees just like Key West:
A two second exposure with my camera balanced on the sea wall:
