The view from the Motel.
Again at night.
Traditional Korean drumming in the plaza.
Drama, as in "I don't want no..."
In keeping with the previous guests, I left my mark on the headboard. Those who know, know.
This lady was decked out in maximum sun protection gear, including the mask with clothes-pins holding it in place. I saw her roaming the beach selling the most random stuff, as you can see: ice cream, along with inflatable devil pitchforks.
The watery, sloshing mud shenanigan pool, looking much tamer on Sunday afternoon.
"UV, whut?" or "Whitey's last stand."
Life's a beach.