In the wee hours of Monday morning, I woke up breathing fire. I peeled myself out of bed to take heart burn meds and drink some Alka Seltzer. Propping up my pillows, I slept the rest of the night in a semi-seated position.
In the waking hours of the morning, between the lingering hearburn, upset stomach from too many carbs, and disappointing dives, I decided to opt out of the day of diving.
Instead I was able to enjoy the free breakfast that The Bungalows offers. When I walked into the restaurant, Dave from the day before was there, and offered me a seat with him. There were some friendly worldly travelers at the table across from us, and as Dave had taken his fair share of trips abroad, the three of them compared travel notes, and I listened in awe as I imagined camping in Africa with a growling lion outside of my tent.Read More →