Our room's vacancy at Reggae Guesthouse was unfortunately up, so after I returned from diving, we had to pack up our stuff, say farewell to everyone...
We were totally EXHAUSTED from our long travel day. Our taxi driver walked us over to a bunch of dreadlocked French guys getting shit-faced at the bar and introduced us to Bilbo, the hotel's then-proprietar (who, according to the website, seems to no-longer be the owner)...
