Coche Island
When we got up this morning at 7 a.m. it was pouring rain and at 7:50 when our ride didn't show up, we figured our trip to Coche Island on the catamaran Mamale had been cancelled. We poured ourselves another cuppa and sat on the deck, planning to head into town around 8:30 to pick up our refund. Despite the downpour, we heard a honk at 8:30 and rushed out the front door to join our fellow tourists for the hour drive to the marina. It poured all the way there but stopped when we got off the bus. It was still very grey but by the time we got a few miles from shore the skies were blue and we were slathering on the sunscreen. Our crew kept us well entertained and lubricated with lots of rum punch. There are a number of incriminating photos of hubby and I doing our turn dancing with various head gear. They are truly awful. They are so bad I want to post them so you can see just how bad they are, but they are truly bad! We stopp...