Neil | 
10 6th, 2008| 
It wasn’t until the third day we took a self-directed bicycle tour where, for two dollars an hour, we explored the main areas of the island town: the Square, downtown, and a serendipitous city-wide festival we revisited later that night. We did this all of this on dirt roads with minimal road signs.
The bicycle rental shop was close to my hotel and wasn’t really a shop at all. There was no store front, only a propped up three foot sign and seven or eight vintage looking bikes. The family business renting them out were hanging out in the shade of the underbelly of a house. I’m sure the very site of a 6′ 4” gringo with a shaved head on a small bicycle elicited a hardy Caribbean chuckle (think Red Stripe commercial) from even the most tourist-jaded islander. Then you’ll never guess what we saw.