22_06_08

Bonaire’s blue water is changed to pink.

The pink water changes everything.

The only mountains on Bonaire.

Tiny houses tell a sad story.

This is where you pick up the pink salt.

More sad stories.

Sandy beaches are hard to come by here.

One of the few bits of tarmac.

Monument to the demise of the Sterke Yerke.

The windward coast is pretty unforgiving.

Horizontal trees.

Where there are no roads.

The home of ancient man.

The home of ancient man.

Ancient man has left his mark.

It is pretty dark in here.

We find our way back to the light.

It’s like stone age graffiti.

We’re ‘offroad’.

Everything is out to harm us.

Spikey land, spikey plants.

Yet more sharps.

Signs of industry.

Hihi.

Little dragons in an unforgiving land.

Here’s looking at you.

Iain always finds the high point.

Larry admires the view.

Best of friends.

A tiny car in a big landscape.

Waiting for the sea to erupt.

Oh. A cheeky blowhole.

The sea erupts.

Renewables rule.

Big on the outside.

Tiny on the inside.

Bonkers geology.

A lonely lighthouse.

A hard coastline.

Good job its sunny.

Prehistoric creatures.

Pink bodies, bendy necks.

Smiles all round.

Raptors around.

Spots of pink.

Ready for take-off.

He’s off.

The old port.

The national park.

That’s one way to keep the donkeys out.