The whole picture with flags (06 Feb 2000): As I tell you about Mervino's Hole in the Wall, The Island Store, Mervino's Lookout, and other places in San Pedro where some of my tropical adventures took place, you may want to view the aerial photo of San Pedro in 1959. The photo has labels (flags) and captions which identify what was at various locations in 1959 and state what was there in 1987. From time to time, I'll add comments that more fully describe the flagged, and some other, locations at the time I was there, and also reveal some of my tropical adventures and where they happened. If you want to visit that photo now, you have my encouragement - I've already started adding the descriptive comments. Each time I add a comment, I will update here. (03 Nov 2000): By the time the comments are all done, the page will update the 1959 photo to give a picture of the way San Pedro was in the early 1980s. If you want to know about that, the page will be a must. Please click on this small photo and enjoy your visit to San Pedro 1959-1987.

Places not in the picture: (08 Apr 2000) Here I will give you some links to help you to locate and see some other places (not in, or not labeled in, the San Pedro 1959-1987 page) so that you may learn more about my adventures (and misadventures) at those places. A Holiday for Hayes: (10 Apr 2000) Here is a link to a page with three recent photos of the hotel that was the abode of Dick and Jan Hayes for many years, along with tales of my pleasant hours there in the company of Dick and/or Jan plus others. The page also has a photo and short biography of Celi (Nunez Greif) McCorkle who built (with the help of her then husband, John Greif) and still owns and operates, with hands-on care, the San Pedro Holiday Hotel.

A home town at last: (11 Feb 2000) By the time you've gotten to here in this saga or, maybe even sooner, you will have realized that I had become acclimated to San Pedro and the San Pedranos. Well, it was much more than that. By the time San Pedro became (officially) San Pedro Town, I felt, for the first time in my life, that I had a home town. That town and its people, not the tropics in general, had captured me and I no longer thought of myself as a gringo; and, one of the nicest compliments ever paid me was when a dear San Pedro amigo (his name will not be betrayed for fear that others, with different views, might wreak vengeance on him) said to me, "Mervino, you are the only gringo who has come here and lived among the people." I wish sometimes that, to understand the culture there even better, I could have observed it without being there and a part of it; but, not even an anthropologist can do that trick.

North to Mexico, south to Caye Caulker:

A day's round trip to gringoland:

A star and a director:

A daughter and a monkey:

Everybody comes to Mervino's:

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