Dutch Caribbean (1)

It's called Flamingo Airport for a reason.

Bonaire is a small island and has a proportionally sized market...

... and a proportionally sized flying rat population...

A very special day today indeed for the customers... too bad it was closed... today.

Auch...

No... it ain't whipped cream... I wished... it turned out deet and nail polish are not a match made in heaven.

Hanging around after a full hour of work...

Professional hanging around after a couple of hours of work...

It took me 5 minutes took realize our car wasn't starting because... it wasn't our car we were sitting in (since they don't lock cars here, you always get in)...

Spiked bike.

A caribbean cocktail.

What happened to my cocktail???

What happened to my beer???

What happened to my snacks... I notice a pattern emerging...

Their biggest dilema was to decide if it was better to have just one cleaning cloth, or to have two... oh... and when a black dude (or should I say colored... and should I then mention the color?) walked in... one of them said "... good to see you feeling a bit better, you have your color back..."... that must be weird... feeling a bit sick in the morning... reaching for an aspirin... glancing at the mirror with one eye... "Damn... I have gone white!!!"

But hey... young, cute, tank tops...and they served me my beer...

Of course we wen for some deep water dips as well...

A lack of a horn is a good indication it might be broke.

The weather gods set some of Chavez his oil in flames. The caribbean way to extinguish it... simply let the oil burn till its gone... no worries...

At night, day and afternoon I was the mosquitos favorite dish... each white line is such a bastard aiming for an LZ on my tasty skin...

She felt imprisoned... there were bars in front of our windows as well... but you have to respect the local burglar dudes... they manage to get over this fence once in a while...