The surroundings of the tennis courts come to life, when the sea grapes start ripening. The love birds, so called by the Bonaireans, feed on them from morning till dark, spitting the pits onto the tennis courts.
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| Sea grapes |
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| Love birds |
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| Rough start |
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| Bonaire marina, surrounded by condominions |
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Patrice and Claudia took care of us in a nice French restaurant
'Bistro de Paris' within the marina |
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| Salt fields |
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A mount of salt
The content of salt is high in the lagoon, where salt is colected.
Only one type of algie grows here and it is red. Bonaireans will
tell you, that flamingoes are pink, because they feed here. Should
those, that feed in a muddy lagoon across from the marina,
be brown? |
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| Astrid and Chris, my diving instructors |
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| Klein Bonaire in a sunset |
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