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Gromit's S.S. Scatterbrained Trip Report - Day 4
Gromit's S.S. Scatterbrained Trip Report - Day 4
December 11, 2009
The next morning I awoke feeling, well, a bit hung over. I blame it on the Dramamine!
As usual everyone was pulling together some form of sustenance. I have no idea how this happened each day only to tell you that it happened and we all ate well.
After breakfast Mr. ScubaGirl took Vicki and Mr. Vicki over to Marina Cay so that she could takes some photos.
ScubaGirl and Mr. Gromit and I opted to stay aboard and just hang out for a bit. We were sitting up top and just reading and chatting.
At some point a gentleman came up alongside the boat in his dinghy with a bunch of t-shirts and other stuff. He wanted to tell us about the artists colony at Trellis Cay.
Unfortunately, this morning I was still feeling a bit less than my usual perky self, but I politely indicated that we weren’t interested in buying anything and wished him a good day. He cut his engine and grabbed onto our boat. I repeated myself again and thanked him but urged him to have a good day and move along. Still he hung on.
What really pissed me off at this point was when he said something to the effect of, “Look I’m just trying to tell you more about the place that you’re visiting so you can have some appreciation for where you are and I’m just trying to make a living.”
Ahhh…so…I’m the stupid, ugly, unfeeling, rich American who has no idea where I am and wants his children to starve?
Again, I politely declined to buy anything from him, told him that I knew exactly where I was and that I appreciated his efforts and AGAIN wished him to have a lovely day. He continued to get shitty.
So why is it that because I don’t want to buy anything from him that I am a bad person?
It finally took Scubagirl walking over and taking a brochure from him to go away.
Word to the wise for the artists colony at Trellis Cay: Get a new pitch man and learn to take a polite “no” for an answer and don’t assume that we’re all stupid, selfish Americans. /rant.
I’m not at all sure ScubaGirl liked my “nice but firm” tactic and she probably thought should have played EXTRA nice and just looked at the stuff he was selling but honestly I was in no mood.
After a bit the rest of our Krewe returned and we headed off to the Bitter End. I like the sound of that. The BITTER END!
The afternoon was smooth sailing and within no time we were passing Prickly Pear, Sir Richard Branson’s Necker Island, and spotted Saba Rock and The Bitter End Yacht club dead ahead.
<a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/fj ... site"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_4ypwZiy7vU8/SzI3m ... 6.JPG"></a>
We pulled up to the dock at Saba Rock and got off to wander around the shop and the grounds. This place did not disappoint.
<a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/YO ... site"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_4ypwZiy7vU8/SzI3k ... 5.JPG"></a>
<a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/8M ... site"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_4ypwZiy7vU8/SzI3p ... 8.JPG"></a>
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<a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Ru ... site"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_4ypwZiy7vU8/SzI38 ... 2.JPG"></a>
It was quiet and secluded and you have this feeling like you are at the end of the earth, but with amenities. In truth the only thing standing between the Bitter End at Virgin Gorda and Africa is Anegada. That’s it. Just thousands of miles of open ocean.
We then hopped over to the Bitter End Yacht Club next door.
At this point ScubaGirl was on the hunt for a Lemon freeze and I opted to walk around with the Vickirazzi to snag some great photos. This place was like Vicki’s wet dream and I could almost see smoke rising from her skull as the photo ops presented themselves one after the other. Knowing her photog style by now I could almost pick out what she was going to take a pic of next.
<a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/HH ... site"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_4ypwZiy7vU8/SzI34 ... 9.JPG"></a>
<a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/IY ... site"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_4ypwZiy7vU8/SzI35 ... 0.JPG"></a>
<a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Kf ... site"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_4ypwZiy7vU8/SzI37 ... 1.JPG"></a>
<a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/gs ... site"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_4ypwZiy7vU8/SzI3- ... 3.JPG"></a>
<a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/r3 ... site"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_4ypwZiy7vU8/SzI4C ... 5.JPG"></a>
<a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/NL ... site"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_4ypwZiy7vU8/SzI4D ... 6.JPG"></a>
<a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Np ... site"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_4ypwZiy7vU8/SzI4A ... 4.JPG"></a>
<a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/NW ... site"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_4ypwZiy7vU8/SzI4F ... 7.JPG"></a>
Mr. ScubaGirl was anxious to point out the Big Titty Welcoming Committee positioned in the open air lobby of the hotel.
<a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/mf ... site"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_4ypwZiy7vU8/SzI3q ... 9.JPG"></a>
Mr. Vicki went off to score Scubagirl a surprise Lemon Freeze while we shopped and used the AIR CONDITIONED BATHROOMS!! Vicki and I thought we might actually camp out for the night in what were perhaps the poshest bathrooms we have EVER been in in the Caribbean. People, let me tell you that when it comes to bathrooms these are unsurpassed! Solid wood doors, spacious bathrooms, marble sinks, AIR CONDITIONING!! No I didn’t take a picture (Maybe Vicki did) but you will have to believe me when I say that we were in heaven!! I think we all forced ourselves to take a “land poop”* just on general principle alone.
*For those unfamiliar with the concept this was a much discussed forum topic prior to the journey. Suffice to say that there’s a lot less involved in a “land poop” than say performing the same function on a boat, which involves a series of steps including adding water to the head, putting used tissues in zip loc baggies, flushing for so long that your thumb gets numb, baby wipes to stay fresh and so on. Therefore it becomes a moral imperative that one coordinates the functioning and discipline over one’s internal organs so that whenever the opportunity arises that you take advantage of said “land poop” opportunities. Ultimately it became a source of pride to share with the crew that you scored a “land poop.” I think ScubaGirl was actually keeping an unofficial tally. Not even Vicki’s southern sensibilities seemed to me offended, of course the same could probably not be said for Mr. Vicki who just seemed mortified every time the topic arose. Poor Mr. Vicki!
Now you KNOW I had to stop in and buy some sort of T-shirt that said “Bitter End” on it. I have this thing for t-shirts form really unusual places, like the Museum of Communism in Prague and stuff like that. I don’t wear them often, but I like to have them so that some day when I die someone will say, “Damn she’s got some unusual t-shirts!”
After a bit of shopping we gathered at the pub and Mr. Vicki drooled over a VERY EXPENSIVE sailboat while we sucked down our cold drinks.
<a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Y_ ... site"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_4ypwZiy7vU8/SzI3u ... 2.JPG"></a>
<a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/_6 ... site"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_4ypwZiy7vU8/SzI3s ... 0.JPG"></a>
<a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/qI ... site"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_4ypwZiy7vU8/SzI3t ... 1.JPG"></a>
<a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/TO ... site"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_4ypwZiy7vU8/SzI3y ... 4.JPG"></a>
<a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/FM ... site"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_4ypwZiy7vU8/SzI3z ... 5.JPG"></a>
We made reservations at Saba Rock for dinner that night and headed back to the boat. Prickly Pear was calling our name and we wanted to get some sun and sand time before it was too late.
Mr. Scubagirl graciously dinghied us over to Prickly Pear which is a spit of an island with one bar and about a hundred beach chairs lined up out front.
Mr. Gromit and I got dropped off first and headed into the bar to see what was what. There were two guys in there. One behind the bar and one using the bar to keep him from falling on the floor. They looked at us like we were the only people they had seen in days.
The guy using the bar to hold himself up had a drink in one hand and was wielding a microphone, like a weapon, in the other. The bloodshot eyes, the slurred speech and the fact that he seemed to literally melt in place was a dead giveaway that he was baked. Overdone in fact.
There were only four of us standing in what was a VERY large bar with no walls and the fried guy would talk to us using his microphone. His baked and slurred voice coming to our ears through the loudspeaker. He’d ask us a question over the mic and speaker and we’d answer. He’d ask another question and we’d respond.
It went on like this until I was giggling so hard I was going to pee my shorts. Finally I ordered a drink, which I think I paid about $20 for, and proceeded to a beach chair out front.
It was at this point that my newly discovered baked brother began to sing. No. SING is too lofty a word for what he was doing. He was attempting to hone his reggae rapping skills and did so with all the gusto and confidence of Jay-Z but it came out as a cross between Eddie Murphy’s Buckwheat and a novice live auction caller. The sad part was that he was so baked that he probably thought he sounded like Jay-Z.
I now refer to that afternoon as “Paradise Interruptus.” Dear God. Where am I again?
I knew that Vicki and ScubaGirl would be coming along soon enough and I just waited in the water and positioned myself so that I could see their faces when they walked into the bar. Their reactions did not disappoint.
Oh. My. God.
Vicki immediately started to giggle and Scubagirl just looked uncomfortable. Looking around desperately to do to avoid the situation. Luckily she found a cat to pet.
The strangest part is he got louder and worse when more people walked in. It was awful.
So for the rest of the afternoon we hung out in the water as the rapfest continued, unabated.
Honestly you’d think that increased alcohol consumption would have made this more tolerable. But let me tell you that there is not enough rum in the world to make this guy sound decent.
After a while, the “entertainment” did stop and we were grateful for the reprieve. We had no idea where he disappeared to but the silence was wonderful. But after a few minutes we saw where he had headed off to. Not far from us we could smell sweet smoke wafting through the air. And, you guessed it, our little rapper friend was getting more baked.
With the afternoon behind us we headed back to the boat for showers and to get ready for dinner at Saba Rock.
Dinner here was quite pleasant and we laughed and told stories around the table for the rest of the evening. The food was good here as was the service. They have a decent little salad bar that’s included with dinner or if you prefer not to have the salad bar you can ask for a “Pub” menu which has most of the same stuff for a cheaper price.
The service here was good and afterward we had some fun with a giant wooden pirate. Vicki took those pics.
The night was lovely and we thoroughly enjoyed each other’s company.
I can’t remember what we did after dinner that night. I think we just headed back to the boat and hit the sack.
It had been a good day. A very good day. Baked rapper and all.
Lessons Learned Day 4:
1. The Bitter End is a great stop.
2. I’d like to go back to Saba Rock for a secluded getaway someday.
3. Saba Rock has the best bathrooms on earth.
4. Lemon Freezes ROCK!
5. Don’t go to Prickly Pear for the entertainment. Bring ear plugs.
Tomorrow: JOST!!!! Vicki gets her first offer for weed; meeting with Mic; and a where to find the BEST WINGS on Jost.
Sorry guys.. got to head out of town for the week-end but I will finish the second half of the trip report next week.... stay tuned!
Have a happy holiday!!
The next morning I awoke feeling, well, a bit hung over. I blame it on the Dramamine!
As usual everyone was pulling together some form of sustenance. I have no idea how this happened each day only to tell you that it happened and we all ate well.
After breakfast Mr. ScubaGirl took Vicki and Mr. Vicki over to Marina Cay so that she could takes some photos.
ScubaGirl and Mr. Gromit and I opted to stay aboard and just hang out for a bit. We were sitting up top and just reading and chatting.
At some point a gentleman came up alongside the boat in his dinghy with a bunch of t-shirts and other stuff. He wanted to tell us about the artists colony at Trellis Cay.
Unfortunately, this morning I was still feeling a bit less than my usual perky self, but I politely indicated that we weren’t interested in buying anything and wished him a good day. He cut his engine and grabbed onto our boat. I repeated myself again and thanked him but urged him to have a good day and move along. Still he hung on.
What really pissed me off at this point was when he said something to the effect of, “Look I’m just trying to tell you more about the place that you’re visiting so you can have some appreciation for where you are and I’m just trying to make a living.”
Ahhh…so…I’m the stupid, ugly, unfeeling, rich American who has no idea where I am and wants his children to starve?
Again, I politely declined to buy anything from him, told him that I knew exactly where I was and that I appreciated his efforts and AGAIN wished him to have a lovely day. He continued to get shitty.
So why is it that because I don’t want to buy anything from him that I am a bad person?
It finally took Scubagirl walking over and taking a brochure from him to go away.
Word to the wise for the artists colony at Trellis Cay: Get a new pitch man and learn to take a polite “no” for an answer and don’t assume that we’re all stupid, selfish Americans. /rant.
I’m not at all sure ScubaGirl liked my “nice but firm” tactic and she probably thought should have played EXTRA nice and just looked at the stuff he was selling but honestly I was in no mood.
After a bit the rest of our Krewe returned and we headed off to the Bitter End. I like the sound of that. The BITTER END!
The afternoon was smooth sailing and within no time we were passing Prickly Pear, Sir Richard Branson’s Necker Island, and spotted Saba Rock and The Bitter End Yacht club dead ahead.
<a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/fj ... site"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_4ypwZiy7vU8/SzI3m ... 6.JPG"></a>
We pulled up to the dock at Saba Rock and got off to wander around the shop and the grounds. This place did not disappoint.
<a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/YO ... site"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_4ypwZiy7vU8/SzI3k ... 5.JPG"></a>
<a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/8M ... site"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_4ypwZiy7vU8/SzI3p ... 8.JPG"></a>
<a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/eA ... site"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_4ypwZiy7vU8/SzI32 ... 7.JPG"></a>
<a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Ru ... site"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_4ypwZiy7vU8/SzI38 ... 2.JPG"></a>
It was quiet and secluded and you have this feeling like you are at the end of the earth, but with amenities. In truth the only thing standing between the Bitter End at Virgin Gorda and Africa is Anegada. That’s it. Just thousands of miles of open ocean.
We then hopped over to the Bitter End Yacht Club next door.
At this point ScubaGirl was on the hunt for a Lemon freeze and I opted to walk around with the Vickirazzi to snag some great photos. This place was like Vicki’s wet dream and I could almost see smoke rising from her skull as the photo ops presented themselves one after the other. Knowing her photog style by now I could almost pick out what she was going to take a pic of next.
<a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/HH ... site"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_4ypwZiy7vU8/SzI34 ... 9.JPG"></a>
<a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/IY ... site"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_4ypwZiy7vU8/SzI35 ... 0.JPG"></a>
<a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Kf ... site"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_4ypwZiy7vU8/SzI37 ... 1.JPG"></a>
<a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/gs ... site"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_4ypwZiy7vU8/SzI3- ... 3.JPG"></a>
<a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/r3 ... site"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_4ypwZiy7vU8/SzI4C ... 5.JPG"></a>
<a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/NL ... site"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_4ypwZiy7vU8/SzI4D ... 6.JPG"></a>
<a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Np ... site"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_4ypwZiy7vU8/SzI4A ... 4.JPG"></a>
<a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/NW ... site"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_4ypwZiy7vU8/SzI4F ... 7.JPG"></a>
Mr. ScubaGirl was anxious to point out the Big Titty Welcoming Committee positioned in the open air lobby of the hotel.
<a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/mf ... site"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_4ypwZiy7vU8/SzI3q ... 9.JPG"></a>
Mr. Vicki went off to score Scubagirl a surprise Lemon Freeze while we shopped and used the AIR CONDITIONED BATHROOMS!! Vicki and I thought we might actually camp out for the night in what were perhaps the poshest bathrooms we have EVER been in in the Caribbean. People, let me tell you that when it comes to bathrooms these are unsurpassed! Solid wood doors, spacious bathrooms, marble sinks, AIR CONDITIONING!! No I didn’t take a picture (Maybe Vicki did) but you will have to believe me when I say that we were in heaven!! I think we all forced ourselves to take a “land poop”* just on general principle alone.
*For those unfamiliar with the concept this was a much discussed forum topic prior to the journey. Suffice to say that there’s a lot less involved in a “land poop” than say performing the same function on a boat, which involves a series of steps including adding water to the head, putting used tissues in zip loc baggies, flushing for so long that your thumb gets numb, baby wipes to stay fresh and so on. Therefore it becomes a moral imperative that one coordinates the functioning and discipline over one’s internal organs so that whenever the opportunity arises that you take advantage of said “land poop” opportunities. Ultimately it became a source of pride to share with the crew that you scored a “land poop.” I think ScubaGirl was actually keeping an unofficial tally. Not even Vicki’s southern sensibilities seemed to me offended, of course the same could probably not be said for Mr. Vicki who just seemed mortified every time the topic arose. Poor Mr. Vicki!
Now you KNOW I had to stop in and buy some sort of T-shirt that said “Bitter End” on it. I have this thing for t-shirts form really unusual places, like the Museum of Communism in Prague and stuff like that. I don’t wear them often, but I like to have them so that some day when I die someone will say, “Damn she’s got some unusual t-shirts!”
After a bit of shopping we gathered at the pub and Mr. Vicki drooled over a VERY EXPENSIVE sailboat while we sucked down our cold drinks.
<a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Y_ ... site"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_4ypwZiy7vU8/SzI3u ... 2.JPG"></a>
<a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/_6 ... site"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_4ypwZiy7vU8/SzI3s ... 0.JPG"></a>
<a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/qI ... site"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_4ypwZiy7vU8/SzI3t ... 1.JPG"></a>
<a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/TO ... site"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_4ypwZiy7vU8/SzI3y ... 4.JPG"></a>
<a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/FM ... site"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_4ypwZiy7vU8/SzI3z ... 5.JPG"></a>
We made reservations at Saba Rock for dinner that night and headed back to the boat. Prickly Pear was calling our name and we wanted to get some sun and sand time before it was too late.
Mr. Scubagirl graciously dinghied us over to Prickly Pear which is a spit of an island with one bar and about a hundred beach chairs lined up out front.
Mr. Gromit and I got dropped off first and headed into the bar to see what was what. There were two guys in there. One behind the bar and one using the bar to keep him from falling on the floor. They looked at us like we were the only people they had seen in days.
The guy using the bar to hold himself up had a drink in one hand and was wielding a microphone, like a weapon, in the other. The bloodshot eyes, the slurred speech and the fact that he seemed to literally melt in place was a dead giveaway that he was baked. Overdone in fact.
There were only four of us standing in what was a VERY large bar with no walls and the fried guy would talk to us using his microphone. His baked and slurred voice coming to our ears through the loudspeaker. He’d ask us a question over the mic and speaker and we’d answer. He’d ask another question and we’d respond.
It went on like this until I was giggling so hard I was going to pee my shorts. Finally I ordered a drink, which I think I paid about $20 for, and proceeded to a beach chair out front.
It was at this point that my newly discovered baked brother began to sing. No. SING is too lofty a word for what he was doing. He was attempting to hone his reggae rapping skills and did so with all the gusto and confidence of Jay-Z but it came out as a cross between Eddie Murphy’s Buckwheat and a novice live auction caller. The sad part was that he was so baked that he probably thought he sounded like Jay-Z.
I now refer to that afternoon as “Paradise Interruptus.” Dear God. Where am I again?
I knew that Vicki and ScubaGirl would be coming along soon enough and I just waited in the water and positioned myself so that I could see their faces when they walked into the bar. Their reactions did not disappoint.
Oh. My. God.
Vicki immediately started to giggle and Scubagirl just looked uncomfortable. Looking around desperately to do to avoid the situation. Luckily she found a cat to pet.
The strangest part is he got louder and worse when more people walked in. It was awful.
So for the rest of the afternoon we hung out in the water as the rapfest continued, unabated.
Honestly you’d think that increased alcohol consumption would have made this more tolerable. But let me tell you that there is not enough rum in the world to make this guy sound decent.
After a while, the “entertainment” did stop and we were grateful for the reprieve. We had no idea where he disappeared to but the silence was wonderful. But after a few minutes we saw where he had headed off to. Not far from us we could smell sweet smoke wafting through the air. And, you guessed it, our little rapper friend was getting more baked.
With the afternoon behind us we headed back to the boat for showers and to get ready for dinner at Saba Rock.
Dinner here was quite pleasant and we laughed and told stories around the table for the rest of the evening. The food was good here as was the service. They have a decent little salad bar that’s included with dinner or if you prefer not to have the salad bar you can ask for a “Pub” menu which has most of the same stuff for a cheaper price.
The service here was good and afterward we had some fun with a giant wooden pirate. Vicki took those pics.
The night was lovely and we thoroughly enjoyed each other’s company.
I can’t remember what we did after dinner that night. I think we just headed back to the boat and hit the sack.
It had been a good day. A very good day. Baked rapper and all.
Lessons Learned Day 4:
1. The Bitter End is a great stop.
2. I’d like to go back to Saba Rock for a secluded getaway someday.
3. Saba Rock has the best bathrooms on earth.
4. Lemon Freezes ROCK!
5. Don’t go to Prickly Pear for the entertainment. Bring ear plugs.
Tomorrow: JOST!!!! Vicki gets her first offer for weed; meeting with Mic; and a where to find the BEST WINGS on Jost.
Sorry guys.. got to head out of town for the week-end but I will finish the second half of the trip report next week.... stay tuned!
Have a happy holiday!!
*Another fine scatterbrained production
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Gromit,
I so wish you had the opportunity to know Saba Rock before the "development." Pirates Pub was the quintesential island bar. So laid back, so much fun.
Definitly not the best bathrooms in the BVI
. I have a wonderful souviner, a slightly mishappened left pinky toe the result oftrying to make my way to the ladies room after many libations in the dark.
I have a friend who used to say, If I turn up missing, check the morgue, if Im not there Im on Saba Rock!
I so wish you had the opportunity to know Saba Rock before the "development." Pirates Pub was the quintesential island bar. So laid back, so much fun.
Definitly not the best bathrooms in the BVI
. I have a wonderful souviner, a slightly mishappened left pinky toe the result oftrying to make my way to the ladies room after many libations in the dark.I have a friend who used to say, If I turn up missing, check the morgue, if Im not there Im on Saba Rock
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I wonder why the vanish seems to be rubbed off only on Chesty Statue's chest?
We had fun at Saba in February. It was just our group and a very young set of teens all by themselves. We had great fun speculating how they got there and were they tween movie stars or something.
We cruised by Prickly Pear and thought it looks a bit odd with all those chairs.
We had fun at Saba in February. It was just our group and a very young set of teens all by themselves. We had great fun speculating how they got there and were they tween movie stars or something.
We cruised by Prickly Pear and thought it looks a bit odd with all those chairs.
Thank you for your reports. I'm really enjoying them. Your pictures are nothing but great.
We had the best lunch at Saba rock two years ago and every time we visit VG we take the ferry to Bitter end. It's a great place. Bitter end is about the only place we've seen iguanas on VG.
Thanks again for the report.
We had the best lunch at Saba rock two years ago and every time we visit VG we take the ferry to Bitter end. It's a great place. Bitter end is about the only place we've seen iguanas on VG.
Thanks again for the report.