Big Corona, or Little Julian?

When I saw this 24oz sucker in a Mexican grocery store, I knew I had to have it. I don't think the cashier quite understood why I was smiling so much when I bought it. I suppose it's like approaching the counter with your first 3-litre bottle of milk and expecting some kind of fanfare about that.

Later, I was dismayed to learn that Mexicans enjoy 32oz Coronas just across the border. So that cashier really must have thought I was a few crumbs short of a biscuit.

Biloxi, Mississippi

First port of call on our Pan-American tour was Biloxi, Mississippi, home of sunshine, water towers, American flags, casinos, long roads, big car parks, and many a Mexican restaurant.

We had some delicious afternoon mojitos at Shady's on our first day there, followed by some outstanding fajitas somewhere else.

Helen was trying to take a photo of us in front of Shady's when a travelin' man with one shoe offered to take one of all of us, so we accepted. One-Shod Man could not have done a better job at lining up Dan's head with the mermaid's hair in the background. Well done One-Shod Man, wherever you may be.

Nb. One-Shod Man may have been just a normal man who was in the process of changing shoes when he saw us.