Allamanda Beach Club
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- Swimming pool
- Free parking
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Well this day started out ..... Interesting. Woke up to a heavily pitching boat. This ain't no cruise ship kids. It's only 360 feet. When it's rough out ... You feel it. So far though I am one of the few without the seasick patch. Rocking doesn't seem to bother me all that much.
Our sail from St. Maarten to Anguilla took us 23 nautical miles last night.
Anguilla (pronounced an-gwil-ah) is a British overseas territory in the Caribbean, ...
... about a metre apart held together with wire and hanging 5-20ft above the ground! After a nice cold sprite I trekked it back up the hill to the top to take some photos of the phenomenal views. I came across this little lizard who was super friendly, normally they scamper off as soon as they see you. Now I am back at my wee apartment and relaxing with some m&ms, planning my adventures for my next day off. ...
After dropping off our rings, we headed down to the other end of Philipsburg and grabbed some lunch at Blue ***** Bar. It was okay. We then walked around, did some shopping and back to pick up our rings. After that, it was back on the water taxi to get back to the ship. Rob and I came back to our room, and Rob took a nap while I went to get Acupuncture. It was good.
Came back to the room, and ...
... the way to Mallihouana and could not find him and when I came back the front car had loaded her in and they were taking her to Caribella which was where she was staying. We could do nothing more, so we left. When we were going down the main road, the husband was coming out of John Hodge Road, pedaling like mad heading west! Those roads are dangerous.
We went for our favorite meal at the Pumphouse, Caesars salad for me – I think their’s is the ...
... Frank decided we needed some ice for the boat. And the only place was the bar
on Sandy Island. Alex & I were press ganged into being his crew on the small twelve foot inflatable. (We’d have gone willingly anyway.) So, leaving the Cat headed towards the beach about one hundred and fifty yards away. Captain Frank sitting at the back controlling the engine, and us jolly souls on either side towards the front. Captain Frank had the throttle control fully open and ...