They just kept coming. Wave after wave. If a school spooked, or if a few fish kicked off and scattered, it was hardly concerning. Another pod was on its way, cruising and tailing through the shallows.

It was the bonefish day to beat all bonefish days. It was gluttony amidst a trip that was all about gluttony.

Case in point: after gorging on tortas and tostadas at the makeshift restaurant across the dusty little sidestreet

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