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  • Day8

    Last but not least

    January 12, 2019 in Bonaire ⋅ ⛅ 29 °C

    Checking out and booking a sailboat at the same time... off course getting as much as we can out of this holiday.
    Together with Thijs an awesome trip living for the perfect trip aiming high and getting the most out of it. We pushed the boat ourselves and made it back in a few tries ;-). When back at the hotel we lunched, packed out bags and started the journey home. Traveling is easy but under certain circumstances everyrhin can always be very difficult. We were a team and made it happen 'smoothly'. Home is were the heart is and in my case she was waiting for my arrival (L).Read more

  • Day48

    Bonaire

    February 19, 2018 in Bonaire ⋅ ⛅ 28 °C

    Well, my fortunes have not improved much overnight. I’m still in quite a lot of pain with this back/shoulder thing.

    Today we’re in Bonaire, part of the Kingdom of the Netherlands, and the B in the ABC of the former Netherlands Antilles (the others being Aruba, and Curaçao). It’s a small boomerang-shaped island that is home to around 19,000 inhabitants.

    Despite my pain, I’m determined not to just stay on the boat today. The tour that we have booked is a snorkelling trip, but it’s from a beach this time, so I’m planning to go along anyway, and just not bother with the snorkelling part. Whatever I do, it’ll be done from beneath a shady palm tree, as I managed to sunburn my head, face and neck yesterday with our rum-infused foolery.

    On arrival at the quayside we’re issued with a blue wristband and told to wait to one side. There’s another P&O ship in port, the MV Brittania, which frankly dwarfs our ship. I suspect the beaches are going to be busy today.

    No sooner have we lined up on the dock as I’m caught short with a burning urgency for the bathroom (Oh Aunty Martha!), and am forced to scurry back into the ship, fighting oncoming traffic of wheelchairs and assorted bimblers. I’m told we have 10 minutes before we leave, so in theory all should be well. On return to the gangway, I find that was a barefaced lie, as the rest of the group have already departed for the minibus, so I’m left to make a late walk of shame and deposit myself on the only remaining flip-down seat.

    The bus journey is quite short, and before long are ejected into a beach resort, with full bar, shady palms and (good god) high speed WiFi! Although that stops working after about 20 minutes as we all break out the phones and tablets. Presumably we swamped it!

    Next to me on the loungers is an elderly couple. We get chatting and they ask me if I got on in St Lucia. This confuses me, as we’ve not been there yet. Then I realise that they must have combined the tour groups off both boats, and these two must be travelling on Brittania, which is going around the Caribbean in the opposite direction to us. They’re at Aruba tomorrow, which is where we were yesterday.

    It’s very warm out here! After three hours baking under the Bonaire sun, it’s time to head back to the port. By now, Dad has had his fill of sun and Mum needs to go shower the salt out of her matted hair, so I nip back to my cabin for a change of clothes and shoes and head back out for a walk around Kralendijk.

    The port area, at least, is quite busy, with stalls and tables set out to relieve us of our tourist dollars. I wander a little further through the streets and meander down a little alleyway, which brings me out near to a little jetty, looking out at the dazzling blue sea. It’s absolutely beautiful. This is 100% what I was expecting the Caribbean to be like!

    Turning back up into the town, I come across the very vibrant-looking catholic Church of San Bernardo. Here, I encounter a very enthusiastic American guy who is keen to tell me all about the church—last time that happened it to me I lost a good 20 minutes to a Jehovah’s Witness on a recruiting drive, so I nod politely and sidle away into a nearby supermarket, where I manage to replenish my sunscreen and buy some sugar-free twizzlers.

    I’m on a pin-mission, but am so far being left high and dry. They don’t seem to be a thing here, like in Brazil. The shop buildings are individually and brightly coloured, which puts me in mind of Salvador from earlier in the trip, but with a far more relaxed atmosphere. I suspect nothing happens quickly round here.

    After walking around for an hour or so, my feet and scalp are on fire, so I start to head back to the ship. There’s a local restaurant selling fried chicken and boasting free WiFi, so I stop by for a bite/byte. The chicken is good, but sadly the WiFi isn’t actually working, so I’m foiled again in my attempts to upload the past few days of this journal. Fingers crossed for better at Tobago, although I must say we’ve heard some quite negative reports about our next destination. I’ll reserve judgement until we arrive, but we’ve been encouraged to keep our expectations quite low.

    At just after 5pm, we cast off and sail away, passing Britannia, who give us quite a send-off, as the two captains attempt a sort of duelling banjos affair with the ships’ horns. Quite what the poor residents of Kralendijk have done to deserve that, I’m not sure.
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