Our local beach shack is called First Base and we've become regulars for lounging in the sun. The waiters accost every white person who passes, learn there names and have a chat - all to get them to stop there. Whenever we walk out of the hotel gate, Leo shouts "David, Katherine!" which makes it difficult to go anywhere else! The waiters then come running over to shake our hands, the same happens after eating when the owner joins in as well. However, the food is very nice as is the fresh watermelon juice so we like it really. They also lent us a couple of body boards which were fun to attempt to surf the beakers in - Kathy maintains she was the best but... We tend to spend our days lounging around on the
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