The inn/hotel I chose for my winter escape is the Cocolobo. It's small - 12 rooms in total. It's owned by an English family, led by the mother of one of the innkeepers, Rory. He's being assisted these days by his partner Claire, who left a job with the BBC to come here (and is now anguishing over whether to go back for a new position they've offered her as a TV correspondent in Birmingham). You couldn't ask for nicer hosts.
The place is a short walk outside of West End, a diver's headquarters. Scuba and snorkel training and vendors everywhere. It is far enough away that most nights the only sounds I hear with the windows and balcony doors open are the waves lapping on the iron shore. That's the name given for the nearly impassable shoreline between the inn's buildings and the water. It appears to be a combination of old coral reef and volcanic rock.
The view from my room across the balcony to a setting sun as well as a view of the balcony itself:
Turning to the other direction, views from the balcony to the bar, pool, and deck area where we tend to congregate for sunset cocktails and where breakfast is served each morning:
(As usual, click on the thumbnails for full-size versions.)
Breakfasts are quite filling: coffee, orange juice, cereal, lots of fresh fruit salad (pineapple, watermelon, and papaya) and a hot cooked item like banana pancakes or scrambled eggs with fixings. I'm generally finding I can get by with breakfast and one other meal. Plus the sunset cocktails, of course...
OK. I was happy for you when you took off on vacay - probably because I was still enjoying the residual buzz from my own semi-recent Mexico saurez....but now that I see the pictures....
I am officially mad at you for not taking me along now!
:-P
Posted by: Weierd | January 30, 2009 at 11:46 AM
Maybe if you looked better in a bikini...
Posted by: RMA | January 30, 2009 at 01:02 PM