ANOTHER INTERESTING DAY IN TOWN

After our morning walk on beach, we settled in and took care of emails and phone calls.  Then it was off to town for lunch and some more grocery shopping.  We have figured out that everyone just shops for a day or two at a time—number one, things seem to spoil quickly and, number two, you can’t get that much in your bicycle basket.

As we were riding down our dirt road…..

Gail saw this sign…….

I thought it was a cool sign so I pulled over to take a picture of it.  I had just taken the picture when I saw this “log” move out in the water.

It was at least ten feet long and there was no worry that I was going to try to feed it anything!

We continued on to town and found this little restaurant we had eaten at before called Wataguma’s.  They supposedly have the best Pupusas.  (These are little round things about like pancakes that have, in this case, chicken and cheese.   You can get just about anything in them—beef, pork, shrimp, seafood, lobster, etc.)  We had three pupusas and a beer for $6.25 so not too bad.

After lunch we started our grocery shopping.  We found this shop called the “Green House” that had all kinds of fresh vegetables, fruits and US type stuff that many of the other stores do not have.  They had celery, carrots, salad dressing, garlic powder (instead of fresh garlic), apples, a meat freezer with all kinds of meat, even hamburger.  We got quite bit of stuff for a salad tonight to go with our fresh snapper that I am going to fix on the grill again.

Then it was off to find the “football” field where they bring in fresh fish every morning and fresh vegetables from the mainland several mornings a week.   We found it but it sure did not look like a football field.  It just looked like a dirt lot.  Next to it was this Pre-school with a really cool pencil fence.

We also saw this construction site where they were getting ready to pour the concrete ceiling between the first and second floor.  They had the forms held up with sticks.  Maybe we can talk Wayne Flora into giving up Highland Dairy and getting a job here as a contractor. 

As we headed home the police had set up a check point on the street.  They were checking all of the golf carts and taxis—I am not sure what they were looking for.  Since we were on bicycles we did not have to stop but they sure had traffic backed up.  It reminded Gail of going to work at Tyson in morning traffic.

The golf carts on the left in this picture are for rent since this is right by the airport and those on the right are being stopped and checked.

Now we are home, a dip in the pool, a rum and coke, and some Snapper on the grill fixed with lime, orange, and garlic, along with a fresh spinach salad with papaya in it--we even splurged and bought some blue cheese dressing.