Equipped with our clean
laundry, we headed to Peter Island.
We had spent New Year here with my Dad in 2008, so it has a lot of
memories. On Peter Island the
shore is a graveyard of coral bones.
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| Coral Bones |
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| Cool starfish |
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| Strange red ants |
The man with the cats was
still there. I had secretly hoped
I could steal a kitten without Gary noticing, but unfortunately there are now fewer cats than I had once remembered, and no kittens. So we are still sans pets.
We wandered to the Peter
Island Resort, which felt a bit too exclusive so we only invaded for a short
while. We came across another
massive Iguana and my squeals attracted the attention of one of the grounds
keepers. He showed us where the
massive Iguanas sunbathe so we went to investigate.
The next day we headed to
Salt Island and snorkeled on the wreck of the Rhone. No dive gear needed, the clarity of the water means the
wreck can be seen in detail from the surface.
We lunched at Cooper
Island. Gary ordered a Painkiller
cocktail, which was so delicious we agreed we would come back that night for
happy hour: two for one! At 4pm,
at the sound of the bell, we headed ashore.
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| Toodles |
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| Cooper Island Beach Club |
I was the picture of
contentment at sunset with my happy hour half price Painkiller in hand. To combat the strength of the
Painkillers, we decided to have dinner at the bar. Well fed and recovered from our Painkillers, we
chatted with the couple beside us.
Who knew that I could stumble upon a retired Irish Judge on Cooper
Island! We had such a wonderful
time chatting, we couldn’t get the smile off our face even the next
morning. Once our new friends had left
for the night, we began to notice the attention of the bar was on the large
television screen. It was
apparently the Super Bowl that night and the bar was filled with team
supporters. We were kindly adopted
by a group of Giants fans. We
joined them in their Mexican wave and tried to cheer at the right moment, their
excitement infectious. We cheered
especially loud when the Giant’s took the game in the last few minutes. It was then that it became suddenly
apparent that the rest of the bar patrons were in fact Patriot supporters. GO GIANTS!
Our next stop was Trellis
Bay where we met another great couple, who sought us out after noticing our NZ
flag. With the better half of the
couple being Australian, we had a lot in common with the young sailors. We invited them for drinks and nibbles
on Toodles, our first guests aboard.
They ooh-ed and ahh-ed at all the right times - thanks guys! They also taught us to put oil down
your toilets so they run like a dream, and educated us on English music.
As I sit here this
evening, with Paul Weller cranked up loud, I am truly thankful for having
met such wonderful people on our trip.
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