Final Countdown

I have no idea why I crashed so early last night (eight o'clock local time, ten pm Eastern), but I didn't got out to the free concert down the block. I think I could hear it - there's a nightclub just downstairs, so I'm unclear what sounds I was hearing.
I woke up around dawn, listened to a podcast that recommended solo international travel, went to free breakfast, scheduled my shuttle to the airport, and went for a little walk by the water.

This is not actually water. 

I took the remains of the bottle of blackberry wine I'd purchased and brought it to the club where Tony was staying. I had meant to go out and share it with him one of the nights, but I never got around to it, and last night, just cracked it open - which, come to think, might be why I never made it out of the room. I dropped the third dead bottle on his side of the club, hoping he'd find it when he eventually woke up. 

Still no view of the water, but very near it.  

I got back to the room somewhat wet - again.
I'd scheduled an early afternoon flight out, but didn't anticipate how much time would be involved in traveling. Today will be mostly taken up by getting from place to place, as well as waiting around in places, for them to take me to other places. Such is the way of the itinerant. 
I'm packed up now, mostly, and waiting for my ride. I've got five dollars Belize left, which'll go towards a room tip. I've got more stuff leaving than I had coming, including memories, and a secret item, which looks very much like this: 

Secret Secret - I've got a secret!

Final thoughts? If I've learned one thing from all of this, it's that my tour guide's name was Richard Lord. If I learned two things, it's that the place I went to on my second complete day was pronounced zoo-Nan-too-nitch. If I learned three things, I probably shouldn't have started in this format, huh?

There'll be epilogues, I'm sure...