Wild flowers á la @jeweltonez. The water on the island for the most part was non potable. It had a dull red and orange hue to it as it flowed out of the faucet. I missed the memo somehow about this small detail and we left our water jug back on the mainland. Lucky enough there were some discarded containers in the yard which after some cleaning proved to be up for the task. Andy our taxi driver, said that the island’s retired school teacher had a spigot in her yard which we could fill them up at and it would hold us over for a few days. When I say taxi, I mean a rusted out pickup truck with no plates.