The Mango Inn is set back from the shore in amongst the island greenery. It is a motel, restaurant, garden and dive shop all in one. We went there for the famous pizza.
Mmmm. Wood-fired pizza.
Mmmm. Wood-fired pizza.
Mmmm. Wood-fired pizza.
Being on a small island, fruits and vegetables were only abundant when the shipments arrived from the mainland on the ferry. We kept our eyes peeled and snagged produce when we could.
The 7 Seas restaurant. This is typically what a lot of eateries looked like, but there were more run-down places, and fancier places. What a place looked like however, didn't always translate to how tasty the food was.
The Bundu Cafe was the place we visited again because the food was so good -- cocount curry seafood soup with shrimp, fish and a whole lobster tail for $7. The flaming brownie served by a cross-dressing waiter (waitress?) was pretty interesting, too. We also attended a jam session here one night where different dive people and travelers took to the stage to sing and play guitar. Pretty cool place.
Jenny really liked the fact that they still served Coke in glass bottles.
I liked the Port Royal beer, but found out from the dive guys that it is considered a "girly" beer. Apparently the real men drink Salva Vida (literally, LifeSaver).