…we conceded to the schemes of the tour company and stayed at the hotel next to the office where our bus dropped us off. It was pouring rain. Sheets of rain. The gutters on the street were filled. We didn’t want to get soaked. Instead of walking a few blocks to find a hotel on our own, we dashed next door into the adjoining hotel. Our room was a few floors up (ie lots of stairs), but walking into our room, I didn’t mind so much that we stayed at the tour company’s hotel. It was nice. Not just one, but two large double beds, fridge, hot water, cable tv—but the best features are big windows on two walls and a balcony, all overlooking a block of roof tops not yet high enough to block a wonderful view of the ocean and a few of the surrounding islands.