By morning, our water bottle still hasn’t arrived so I decide to go in search of Haywood. As promised, I find him easily. Before I can even say “hi”, he launches into apologies and springs into action “Hey!, sorry about that, I’ve got your water right up here, just haven’t had a chance to get down there yet. I just need to get this crew started. Ill run it down for you right now, sorry about that!”. As he is talking, he is grabbing a bottle from a line of about six water bottles on the porch and loading it onto his bike. As I watch and listen, I imagine five other houses in Caye Caulker wondering where there water is too. “No problem”, I finally squeeze in, “I can take it, you don’t need to
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