The bikes were "old-fashioned," and by that I mean they had no gears or hand brakes. You had to pedal backwards to stop them.
This was our first stop, and we asked a guy to take our picture with my iPhone. The first time he pressed the button to take it, he pressed the button on the phone itself instead of on the display, which of course, did not take a picture, but instead closed the camera app.
The second one he took turned out to be a video. Not wanting to bother him further, I played the video hitting pause as soon as it started, and then took a screen capture of the display to make this picture:
We rode by Perry's Victory and International Peace Memorial island's monument:
Here's Joe at a quick map check stop to plan the remainder of our route:
Not far from there, we came to a corner with a cemetery on one side of the road and a bar on the other. I love cemeteries and usually seek them out at vacation spots. This is the one we came upon:
I couldn't decide if this was a unique tombstone or a petrified tree:
And across the street from that, a photo-op—of course, with a name like that:
After our bike ride, we met the group for lunch at The Boardwalk, where we had margaritas at Rita's Cantina and then lunch on The Main Deck, with Joe and I choosing our lunches from The Fish Shak.
There were specials on margaritas at Rita's, and Joe got one:
I do not like tequila, so I asked to substitute vodka in my margarita and chose the banana-flavored one:
I liked this sign hanging over the bar:
We spent the afternoon in the pool at our resort—finally making it to the swim-up bar, which was the primary selling point that got me to sign up for this trip. :-)
And here's a shot the likes of which you'll never see in a commercial on TV—have you ever noticed that you never see anyone actually drinking in TV commercials? They're not allowed to. I think it's the same with printed ads.
And after a bit, we moved over into the Jacuzzi section, which was at the far end of one side of the pool, and raised up.
After having dinner with the group at Tipper's Seafood & Steak House—which is known for its rib eye steaks, but was sold out of them—Joe wasn't feeling well, and we excused ourselves to get some air.
We walked around a little before heading back to the resort, and I snapped these two pics of the pier area as dusk settled in: