Honestly one of the most beautiful trips I’ve taken in quite a while. Hands down, blows the Florida Keys out of the water for snorkeling experiences. And if you’re in to the rustic, Caribbean feel without all the hassle of flying 16,000 miles to the Caribbean, it’s definitely your kind of place.
By way of background, the sunset pictures were taken in front of the resort, where you can watch the small boats come in and out from the ‘dock’, which is a wooden bench jutting out to the water. You have to literally walk the plank to and from the boats. Awesome.
The small boats you see in the snorkeling pictures followed our larger boat out to the reef; they stalked us like birds of prey, and matched us knot for knot until we got to the appointed dive spot. At this point, they informed us that they would, for $4.00, tow us behind their propeller so that we wouldn’t have to swim to take in the corral. Honestly? Two things wrong with that picture: (1) seaborn mutilation, and (2) an enduring knowledge that I couldn’t even do my own swimming while I snorkeled. A truly abiding shame indeed.
The house in the one picture was beautiful. Not an architect’s concept of beauty, but a natural, colorful statement that “We happily live on the cusp of some of the most stunning scenery in the world, and mark this pleasure with garrish colors. So sue us.”