So we sailed here this afternoon from Kingstown. The ship dropped anchor a little after 2 o'clock and the tenders had started taking people across to the island a little before 3.
Peter and I thought we knew where we were going. "We've been here before", we thought, "we'll be off the ship and straight onto a beac. Excellent!". But we'd got Bequia mixed up with Mayreau, so it was a bit of the shock to see a load of fishing boats and yachts as well as the houses and such around the pier.
We were determined we'd find a beach anyway, albeit after a bit of disagreement how that should be obtained. We ended up getting a taxi when we could of walked, which irked Peter's Scrooge tendencies. But we got the beach we wanted, and had a good hour and half to enjoy it. Not that we are into sunbathing. Nope. The real reason we were there was to snorkel and try out the underwater camera Peter had bought me, and we had an excellent time. There were massive schools of fish, thousands of them I should think, close to the beach and we managed to get loads of film, this is a screenshot taken from it.
And it got better. The deal with the taxi driver was that he took us to the beach and would collect us at 5.45pm. Taxi drivers in the Caribbean don't ask for payment until they've completed the return journey. Cos our taxi driver didn't turn up to take us back to the pier, we couldn't pay him for getting us to the beach in the first place. We'd waited 25 minutes before a woman with a jeep took us back dirt cheap, we only paid 5 euros instead of $20 the taxi driver had quoted. Peter's Scrooge tendencies were soothed and I was forgiven the fact that walking would have been free.
So after a little time at a bar near the pier, we were back on board ship. Next stop Castries.
Peter and I thought we knew where we were going. "We've been here before", we thought, "we'll be off the ship and straight onto a beac. Excellent!". But we'd got Bequia mixed up with Mayreau, so it was a bit of the shock to see a load of fishing boats and yachts as well as the houses and such around the pier.
We were determined we'd find a beach anyway, albeit after a bit of disagreement how that should be obtained. We ended up getting a taxi when we could of walked, which irked Peter's Scrooge tendencies. But we got the beach we wanted, and had a good hour and half to enjoy it. Not that we are into sunbathing. Nope. The real reason we were there was to snorkel and try out the underwater camera Peter had bought me, and we had an excellent time. There were massive schools of fish, thousands of them I should think, close to the beach and we managed to get loads of film, this is a screenshot taken from it.
And it got better. The deal with the taxi driver was that he took us to the beach and would collect us at 5.45pm. Taxi drivers in the Caribbean don't ask for payment until they've completed the return journey. Cos our taxi driver didn't turn up to take us back to the pier, we couldn't pay him for getting us to the beach in the first place. We'd waited 25 minutes before a woman with a jeep took us back dirt cheap, we only paid 5 euros instead of $20 the taxi driver had quoted. Peter's Scrooge tendencies were soothed and I was forgiven the fact that walking would have been free.
So after a little time at a bar near the pier, we were back on board ship. Next stop Castries.
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