
Miramar, Florida
Thurs 27th. Puerto Quetzal, Guatamala. A fabulous market of about 50 stalls is at the other end of the gang plank and we take a cursory look before paying for a cab to take us into town with two friends. This expedition does not take long as we wind through a shanty town and reach the "jewel" of a beach. Grey black sands covered with polystyrene and other rubbish, the skeleton of a rusty mangled pier and miles of umbrellas where people are selling food and dri...