Bonaire hates sleep more than a fanged clown on a carafe of meth-laced coffee.
Last night people were setting off M80s or some other bright and loud metric equivalent in the shell of the unfinished hotel up the beach. Of course this started an hour after I had finally fallen asleep, and continued until sometime after 1AM.
It also rained again last night, which means im 3 for 3 with days of rain on this (normally) desert island. Forecast for tonight is moar heat, moar rain. Thanks to the overcastedness yesterday, and some spf 110, i managed to mostly escape sun burning though i have a few small spots on my arms and shoulders and apparently burned the crap out of my lips. Today looks like it will be mostly cloud free til evening, and I will be sunscreening like im the goddamn TSA.
We went for a trip around the island today and i took two gajillion photos.
there are some cool old buildings on the island that are decayed down to their concrete and coral bones, all of which make for good photo ops.
Salt is the main export here, probably because no one wants to buy rocks or cactuseses. The salt is from seawater that goes through a variety of staging pools, all of which turn bright pink from bacteria. then they build giant salt pyramids that can be seen from all over the island.
Two of the beaches have slave huts that were built in the 1850s to house slaves working the salt flats. they are tiny little houses all in a row. there are two sets, white and "red" (they're really whitish-red), on different beaches.
Many other beaches were visited. they had waves, and rocks, and one had kiteboarders.
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