tuesday :: 23.july.2002

Spent the morning on the beach. Took a long walk down to the end.

Each day we've been here, we have heard incessant barking all day long from a particular dog. We met Barking Dog's owner today. Barking Dog's name is Terror. He had a bite in his leg and was limping. Barb gave advice for care of the wound.

Wayne drove us to Scarborough to have dinner at East Ocean. We were able to satisfy our noodle craving although we couldn't eat the fish with black bean sauce or the barbecue spareribs.

After dinner, we stopped at the Seahorse bar -- I had a Long Island Tea and Barb had a Tequila Sunrise.

Staff was kind enough to offer to put together an early morning breakfast for B before she had to take off the next morning for her horseback riding. VERY excellent staff at the Seahorse Inn.

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