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This morning, I awoke to the now usual light overcast skies and cooler breeze. I gazed about and jumped as I spotted two massive cruise ships berthed a few metres from our anchor. The main cruise dock was full and so these were using the Panamerican dock next to us. Needless to say, the old town was heaving with weekend locals, fours ships worth of tourists and miles of stalls trying to sell tourist tat. We visited the less salubrious parts of the old town, including the cramped and run down area squeezed between the city walls, the cemetery and the rough coast in the north of the old town. The alleys were crowded with folks dressed as tattily as we were and crumbling, small tenements shoulder to shoulder with no room for gardens or sidewalks.

Back at the beach, the locals were out in force with their massive chilly-bins on wheels and fancy lidded barbies running on gas. The children played with locals in the surf whilst James read.