Our small jet landed at the outside airport which resembled a parking lot more so than airport. Upon arrival, we were picked up by, what looked to me, the perfect example of a cabana boy. We were put in a motorcycle- makeshift cab doohickey and taken to a boat dock. After the short boat ride in which all passengers were instructed to wear the bulky life vests, we took another ride in a different motorcycle cab thingy until the road became pedestrian only and we walked the rest of the way to our hotel.
Our hotel was one that I would recommend in a heart beat. It is towards the end of the beach, where the parties are basically non-existent. For those looking for nightlife directly underfoot, the Blue Mango is not the hotel your looking for. With a scuba shop attached to the side, it serenades its visitors to take a nap, sip a drink and enjoy the activity of relaxing. We were greeted with an extremely sweet mango drink and directed to our garden room which was later exchanged to the ocean view family room! Heaven!
|the view from the hotel restaurant.|
|the garden view|
|Any beach is incomplete without hammocks to lounge in.|
|Where we got our massages|
|A view of the shopping side of the beach|
|Anyone else find this sign funny?|
|The water was magnificent|
|The beginnings of a beautiful sunset.|
|Our first drink.|
|Kyle took this picture.|
|Having some romantic time!|
|the sunset was unbelievable!|
|One of the many vendors on the island. p.s. that is not a tattoo on his arm but an arm band, I guess to keep him cooler.|