Beautiful weather, great treks, breaking vegetarian tendencies, too much booze, lazy hammocks, weird tourists, waiting two hours at the stupidity unorganized and stinking hot airport, riding a horse named Samurai for an hour (and being scared shit less), hearing the ocean waves from our window, the seashell sand of Cayo Coco, napping underneath a palm tree, the day trip to Pilon, drinking coconuts, being hollered at by local men, feasting like kings.
