At this rate we will never leave.

Moved into a smaller, cheaper bunglow yesterday. Wiped us out, physically, for the rest of the day. We did manage to drag ourselves down to the beach with bungalow friends for more buckets of beer and ceviche and fresh grilled tuna. Wasn't a bad day at all. Keith is still recuperating from his fishing. Finger is healing, too.

The new bungalow has more character. The fridge door is held on with a bungee cord, and we have downgraded to a 2-burner gas stove. The bathroom is laid out so that you have to remove the toilet paper before showering or the roll will be destroyed. No complaints; it's also cheaper. We are debating, if we want to leave, just when that might be.

Great weather, the jejenes aren't quite as bad anymore; although slathering on the bug repellent definitely doesn't hurt. Not much else going on. Reading, walking to town, etc. It's great.