Underground Aruba is a place to find hot rods, clothes, and other “kustom kulture” items. The storefront is located on L.G. Smith Blvd, on the access road and you can’t miss it. Here’s one of the hot rods.
In this land of tiny imported cars, hotrods and low riders like the one above really stand out. Here’s another one.
The price of gas may be high, but why not take a cruise like it’s 1957 again? You might enjoy yourself. And dig the custom art found on the door of one of the cars.
Classy with the dice, the pin-up girl, and the martini glass all in one. They sell clothing and accessories in this store, including the Hardy line and so forth, which might be right up your alley. Here the sign so you won’t miss the place.
Just be careful behind the wheel during your island stay.
Bon dia from Aruba.
Brilliant photograph of Harry, eh? There are tons of Iguanas on this island, most of them not very large. However, from time to time, you come across one that is three feet long. Just one of the many types of wildlife, like those owls I posted about a while ago, that can be found here.
That look on his face tells us all we need to know. Mr. Hammer does not like to be disturbed, and who can blame him? He’s got the run of the Savaneta neighborhood. There’s plenty of places for him to stretch out in the sun. Lots of lizards and other small creatures to chase (and dare I say, feast upon?). Plus, he lives on the other side of the wall, in a place all his own. He won’t let you get close without a hiss or growl, so it’s best to leave him to his own devices and move on. I think he’s forgotten that he lives on One Happy Island.
There’s nothing wrong with having fun. Just remember, if you cross the line between fun and insanity, you may find yourself in the hospital or worse. I hear that can be painful and expensive. So, take it easy.
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