What's more lame, my gymped out knee or this tour rat strip?
Chuck ate something nasty and's got the shits again. I'm exhausted and my knee just blows. This place reminds me of a low-scale Waikiki Beach. Swarming with d-bags the world over. The entire strip where we've landed is cramped with hybrid restaurant/bungalow/dive shops. Makes sense business wise, but the way in which they're packed together is just heinous. Some neat concepts none-the-less. Several creative beach loungers, raised and roofed bamboo dining platforms, a bar whose stools are submerged in a wading pool. It's almost romantic but I'm here with my brother not a girlfriend.
As I said before I'm exhausted and the knee is buggin'. No way to enjoy the two main attractions here, namely snorkeling and/or renting a bike for a cruise around the island. Just pass the day sleeping a lot, strolling a little. I'll have to return in better condition.
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