Up the beach

Went for a walk up the beach today and stopped in for a couple of beers at The Parrot. Three beers and one hamburger later back down the beach I rambled. Kind of defeats the purpose, if you know what I mean. A nice walk is good for the heart and the gut, but stopping off and gorging on beers and burgers kind of nullifies the concept. Hotter than hell today too. On top of that some Jamaican guy at the bar just wanted to talk my head off. I tried to avoid him as long as I could, but he just wouldn’t give up. So after a while I returned the yack. But every time he’d ask me something, as soon as I’d respond, he’s interrupt. For God’s sake, the guy would have been better off just talking to himself. He was quite capable of carrying on the entire conversation himself. I’ll bet he’s still talking.

Here’s a few shots from the walk back. I had had a couple of brews so they we’re really random and not well thought out.