After diving, Kristen miraculously felt better. Probably because she had nothing left to puke up.
We went to Las Guacamayas for lunch, which was recommended to us by our shuttle driver on the way from the airport. I had fish tacos, which were excellent, and a chocolate churro. Kristen tried to take a sip of my strawberry daquiri but I put the kibosh on that real fast. One sip leads to a drink, which leads to more vomiting. And after coercing her into drinking two margaritas on Thursday, I felt it was time to be the responsible friend and cut her off.
We had some down time after lunch. Kristen kept all her food down. For dinner we went to Restaurant Bar 22:10. The waiter recommended the filet mignon. Since I’d been having luck with recommendations I agreed, despite my apprehension of restaurant steak. I should have went with my instincts. Kristen’s coconut shrimp looked way more delicious.
We headed to bed early as the next day we were heading to La Paz and had a 5:45 am pick up time.