Aside from the stunningly bad service and the extremely poor night lighting, Big Milly’s did have a certain amount of charm, much enhanced the next morning when I could actually see the place.
As you’d expect from a beach resort, there were palm trees everywhere.
Here’s the bar where nothing but Coke is served.
My room is the door on the right, near the banana trees.
It was cozy, with a mosquito net, which I didn’t use, and a fan, which I did. Top sheets are sometimes not put on hotel beds here, as it’s so warm year round that they’re rarely needed. However, with the fan blowing on me all night, I liked having a little something over me. I brought my own piece of cloth for that purpose.
This was the shower, with the toilet beyond. The blue bucket is for when there is no running water. They bring water to the rooms, and you’d have to bathe by pouring water over yourself with the blue bowl on the right.
I loved that it had no roof. When you bathed at night, you could see the stars.
Since the beach was known to be a hassle, I only went for a quick picture. Then Stanley and I climbed into the Land Rover and were on our way.