I don't mean that those guide books were wrong about much else at all. The restaurants they suggest were excellent. And the beaches where they said turtles could be found had turtles.
I am just saying: there is biking on those islands.
The place we stopped for shaved ice was just down the street from that other place, and the nice people behind the counter were precisely that.
These are the porly edited sometimes sober accounts of a demented cyclist who inconsistently commutes and can't make up his mind on how to spend time, money, or how to end a damned sentence.
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