And on an entirely different note, in late April, Alli and I found ourselves bumming a ride from BATSUB again, this time on a boat to St. George’s Caye. It was St. George’s Day, and the Brits were celebrating in style, thanks to Andy, my old friend from the Orange Walk days. They set up tents, a barbecue, coolers of beer and even a volleyball net out on a sandbar just off shore from the caye. Wading in crystal blue Caribbean water up to my knees with a Guinness in one hand and the sea stretching out as far as the eye can see is not too shabby a way to spend an afternoon.
Sunday, June 1, 2008
St. George's Day
And on an entirely different note, in late April, Alli and I found ourselves bumming a ride from BATSUB again, this time on a boat to St. George’s Caye. It was St. George’s Day, and the Brits were celebrating in style, thanks to Andy, my old friend from the Orange Walk days. They set up tents, a barbecue, coolers of beer and even a volleyball net out on a sandbar just off shore from the caye. Wading in crystal blue Caribbean water up to my knees with a Guinness in one hand and the sea stretching out as far as the eye can see is not too shabby a way to spend an afternoon.
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