The White Hill Bar is located above San Nicolaas, along a country road where I normally ride my bicycle. It’s a tiny joint, attached to a house, and staffed by a single old chap who listens to the radio at full volume.
This place is different from your average rum shop in that it doesn’t have a busy trade. It’s mostly just a few guys talking early in the morning or late in the afternoon. The selection of beverages is small, too, a few different soft drinks, a few types of beer. Pastechi are on sale in the morning, but I’m not a fan of those. Either way, when I pass by on my bike around 7am it’s a relief to pop in for a cold bottle of water or juice. Thus, if you’re cruising about the island and want to meet some local people, don’t hesitate to give a place like this a try.
Bon dia from Aruba.
As you can see, more than one showed up. In fact a whole gaggle of them did.
This gang munched away to their hearts’ content. Now, if I could only teach them how to paint, I’d be all finished up here at my shack.
These three grouper were brought in to Zeerovers in Savaneta, Aruba, DWI. And there is a big old tomcat who loiters for guts and stuff, as do the pelicans. What a meal!
There’s lettuce and tomatoes around the edges, french fries on the bottom, and grilled meats everywhere else. Toss some white cheese cubes in for good measure. The meats are: sausage, pork, beef, and chicken. This was almost a belly buster for the two of us who shared it. We soldiered on and cleaned the plate.
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