The area has kept its ramshackle charm, and more importantly has kept its cafe which Jim and Gen assured us served the best beignets in the area. And we trust them so much that we agreed to get up at 7am on a Saturday to be in line.
The little pillows of fluffy wonderfulness that were brought to our table were all that we'd been promised and more. I could have sat there all day munching on them, but we made sure we balanced our diet with a decent breakfast (caramelised apple pancakes for us, macadamia pancakes with a coconut sauce for the Hollands). Then we worked it off by playing some frisbee on the beach. Not the real beach right next to us, the one on Wii Sports Resort. Far more sanitary...
We've got a much better beach on our games console at home.
The beignets. They count as one of your five a day.
Proper fruit in this one! That's why you have to add the syrup.
Getting feet wet in the Pacific. Our real exercise was grabbing fearless Frankie and running from the sea whenever a wave crashed in.
