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Travel Blogs from Providenciales
... but was one of the worst "professional" stage shows I have ever seen. It was a rip off show with a feeble storyline about three teenagers leaving school and not knowing what they were going to do with the rest of their lives. Well, I didn't care what they were going to do with the rest of their lives, but I'd like them to do it as far away from me as possible.
The tiresome trio were periodically interrupted by characters from Disney films, who ...
... our stay here in Providenciales, Turks and Caicos.
We are about to pull the lines and set off for our 45-48 crossing to Puerto Rico. Guess I should stop acting like a Captain's wife and get to work. Hydrated, check, motion sickness meds, check, balance bracelets, check. Off we go to the next island adventure. Not much time off in PR but I'm sure we will make the most of every minute.
Love from the blue
Captain Steve & Chef Clair
... the bartenders was also routing on the Pacers with Steve and I, but he quickly said "I'm routing for them because I'm a Celtics fan"!!! OMG! When I asked how a local islander could possibly be a Celtic fan he replied "Red Sox too, I love the way they play - all heart"!! Whoopwhoop, that's right biatches!
Back to work to get the boat ready for the Owners who flew in on Wednesday. Very weird to switch modes after finally ...
... the water.
Our next stop was a small nature preserve that had been quite badly damaged by hurricane Irene. The guide there pointed out various things about iguanas, and told us that there are about 50000 iguanas in Turks and Caicos. By comparison, Provo has a population of 8000, and there are more lizards than people on the islands.
After our stop there, we headed back to the marina to drop off the kayaks and head home.
... has a tic which seems to particularly flare up whenever he is made to something he doesn't want to do. (He really enjoyed butting his head against the side of my leg throughout the course of our two hour sojourn. He seemed to think along the lines of: 'Oh really? You want me to trot over that dune? No thank you, I'd rather stay here and poop.' Butt!) They also have opened their doors and hearts to a number of stray dogs, whose chief occupation ...