"There's tequila in margaritas?."
After her 3rd, 4th or was it 5th (but who is counting) margarita.
"If you're driving all the way to Belize what the hell is an hour?"
"Donde vamos?!"
Lost in Guanajuato. A city entwined with one way streets, barely wide enough for any bus, and tunnels with low, low get out your tape measurer clearance. We had come to a five or six way intersection with every vehicle seemingly pointed our direction. Instead of politely asking the kind, patient police officer/traffic director,
"...excuse me we seem to be lost, which way should we go?".
What was said was
"...where are we going?!".
We proceeded to hold up traffic, do an about face, (6-8 point turn around) and head back the way we came from.
"Not bad...not good, but not bad."
A few days worth of leftovers all mixed together in one pan (some of us are on a budget).
"At first I thought it was a really, really big fish." "I was practically humping it."
Snorkeling alone, near the reef in about two to five feet of water, possibly the most cautious (hint, hint) person you will meet stumbled upon a nurse shark. Nurse sharks are said to be one of the most harmless of their kind and like most creatures just want to be left alone. They usually hang out on the bottom sucking up whatever small creatures (fish not human) or plankton that happens by. Even so they are STILL sharks, gut instincts were bound to kick in. Upon realizing what it was the terrestrial being was out of the water, in the boat, and paddling to shore about as quick as you can say snickerdoodle. I imagine the shark fled just as quickly in the opposite direction.
"Paradise isn't all g-strings and sundresses."
No comment.
"Just ignore it."
The only proven yet impossible antidote to the hundreds, literally, hundreds of insect bites (mosquitoes, gnats, sand fleas, no see-ums, and all other blood sucking insects that exist, live in Sittee River) that each of us, particularly Marth and Mace, have accumulated in the past six weeks. A new, or at least new to us, method for repelling sand fleas, no see-ums, and other small insects...baby oil.
"Don't look at me. I don't speak a word of your language."
One too many street urchins climbing onto the bus in search of a handout for being cute and pushy.
"Nurse sharks?! I thought they were called Nerf Sharks!"
And yes, as we were on our way home, one of our intrepid divers just came to realize the real name of these 'harmless' sharks. They're not for ages 8 and up, as they thought though...