Sunday, 19 January 2014
But an open courtyard. No open courtyard but four green lawnchairs under a canvas roof in the common kitchen area. No kitchen area but a toaster and microwave and crock pot in the back end of the hotel. No hotel but a series of locked and numbered doors next to a restaurant which pounded with Latin pop last night, my first in Isla Mujeres. I watched some Aussie Open tennis and fell into a longish sleep, yes sleep. Next: tea.