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, ...
... after all. A minute and a half? A piece of cake a we would say in England..... Easy Peasy.
I was clipped into my personal harness and shown where I was to be clipped onto the instructor. All I could think about was that I was in front of him, and that is known as the crumple zone. Gives him something softer to land on in the event of an accident. No safety helmets, steel toe capped boots or anything like that. I was told many years ago that the helmet they give you when ...
... by the jet blasts that blow you back across the road and onto the beach if not holding onto the fence. Despite all the warnings people must play! Early evening we head over to the yacht club to meet John and Jen and the local crowd of cruisers who are hanging out in the lagoon at the moment - fun evening and before we know it we are talked into going for a hike on Sunday around the North ...
... 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 ...
... We hit the beach going flat out. And with his usual deftness lifted the engine as
we rammed the shore. The dinghy bounced once; twice... up into the air again settling on the beautiful white soft sand. “No need for the anchor up here,” he chirped looking back towards the sea. The bar was totally rudimentary. The long bar was beneath palm fronds for a ceiling; about twenty bar stools all slowly rusting away, a couple of heavy wooden tables and a few ...