La Isla Bonita

Early start to (fingers crossed) get to the ferry in time. We made it. A discussion with the immigration (Mexican side) person turned slightly ugly when it became clear that she was going to take our receipt of tax paid, so that we’d have to pay it again in a few days when we come back to Mexico - and it is a not insignificant amount. However, you can’t push these things too far so, grumpily, we carried on.

The boat was alarmingly overcrowded and very uncomfortable. The scheduled 90 minute journey was optimistic, and MrB spent the journey melting in a very sunny seat, but travel sickness tablets held out and we arrived safely on San Pedro. I feel that Madonna would have written a different song had she had the arrival we did - queuing for an hour in the hot sun with only two people at a time allowed into the air conditioned arrival hall.

Once through, we met our golf cart hire and went to their office to settle up. There was some confusion over what we had booked, which did not work out in our favour, but eventually we were off to our apartment in the south of the island, over very lumpy roads.

Lots of errands this afternoon, achieved with TallGirl’s excellent map reading, and then dinner out at a jerk chicken place where we feasted most excellently, and so did the mosquitos.