Tuesday, December 22, 2009 | Derek's Place, Little Corn Island

The roosters have got to be killed, one way or another as they are interfering with my restful sleep. Took a swim in the caribbean and then climbed a rickety old tower to the highest point on little corn led by a local native named frank. Took another swim once we returned, started a fire with Dennis, had dinner hand hung out and drank rum.