Fishermen and other early risers

This morning we woke at 5 am to the thump thump base a jumble of music coming from the southeast corner of our block and threatening to shatter the windows of our balcony doors. It wasn't one tune. Rather competing, desperate strains of parties trying to outdo each other. So we made a pot of coffee, got dressed and went out to see what was going on.

It turned out to be an afterhours club that would stay open til 6 am on the corner of First Ave and Calle 12 Norte. Police were hanging out, security were in the street and we learned that the other two clubs had closed and it is always hard to encourage the partiers to head home when the final club was set to shut down. It was full of locals, I'm assuming the resort workers. Talk about blowing off steam. It was LOUD.

While we were up, we headed to the beach to watch the sunrise and caught up with some fishermen who were taking advantage of a calm sea after several days of stormy weather.

The birds were out in full force enjoying the breezes as well.

Sadly, we found the security at one hotel chasing after this guy, who was all wrapped up in fishing line. Of course, the bird whisperer stepped in and we had him free and flying in short order.

Not the way we would normally choose to wake, but turned out to be a great start to the day.

Apparently, high season has started and the streets and beaches are about to get very crowded.