......it's an older wooden structure built with mahogany and tropical hardwoods from the jungle's of Belize' mainland. Sounds nice, but it's an old dilapidated pile of ruble, but, it's on the beach! (and I like it) It's like something out of an old western, with those long creaky hallways, but on the beach with this killer sea breeze blowing through cooling things off.
So I come home for an afternoon session with Bob Marley and a power nap to find this fatass raccoon in my room, looking for food, I guess (or my stash?). Instead of running out, he looks at me from head to toe, like, "What are you gonna' do?" Well, I chased his fat raccoon ass back out the window! Little trespasser!