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Well, at Least We're Not Dead!

On our first day out and about, we went to a beach called Balandra Beach. It is a lovely, wide, shallow bay, about a half hour north of La Paz. There was supposed to be some snorkeling available, so off we went.

Gorgeous aquamarine colored water, wide white beaches, it was indeed lovely. There was even one umbrella left! I snagged it, telling Ken we would likely have to pay for it. He poo-poohed that notion, and went off to explore. I got all set up, upon which, a gentleman came up and asked me if I had paid for the umbrella. Nope. Told him I would have to wait for my husband, who had the money, and that we didn't need the chairs and table, as the price was steep. He brought another solo umbrella ($10!) and set it up. Naturally, my exceedingly mild distress at all of this was offset by the joy of being right. Hee!

So once Ken came back, paid for the umbrella, and we set off to snorkel. Ken had asked another fellow where the snorkeling was, and he'd pointed to two very specific areas across the bay. Off we went.

Stuck in Canadian Customs

On Tynan

I slept most of the flight from San Francisco to Vancouver. I was up until one thirty in the morning the night before, and had to wake up at five in order to get to the airport on time, so I was exhausted. Upon arriving in Vancouver I shuffled half-asleep to the customs station, which I had to go through even though I was only connecting through Vancouver, not stopping there.

The agent asks my name, where I'm going, all the usual stuff. I reply, giving short answers. I always give short answers in customs because first, I'm sort of offended at how they treat you as though you're some kind of criminal, and two, because I figure the agent just wants to hear a succint answer and get on with her day.

"Where are your other bags?"

"I don't have any."

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