That would be a quote from me – venting my frustration that our hotel won’t have our room ready for another hour. So here we are sitting and eating banana pineapple pancakes on the beach to kill time. . .and I’m wearing pants. This is just a terrible situation. Don’t like pants.
In other news, the minibus that took us to our resort from the boat dock was transformed into a party bus when three overweight Mexicans hopped in with their ipod and a bose stereo. We got to listen to terrible club music for 30 mins. But the most interesting thing about this is. . .Mexicans. . .Vietnam? Who knew? I think they might be the first. It’s like I was able to watch Neil Armstrong walk on the moon.
Below is our current view.
passports & pepto bismol 