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, ...
... Then through the clouds as we headed back towards St Maarten still climbing all the way.
“How high will we be going?” I asked nonchalantly. Trying to hide any thoughts of what I
“Ohh, about four and a half thousand meters up,” Marc said hooking my harness to his.
And looking down, I'm sure he was right. The islands looked really tiny from up here.
“Time to go, we're over ze island of Tintamare.”
... the rum punches are catching up with us! An early morning wake up call with the cruisers net kicking in at 7.30 to remind us we are back on board and lots happening. Our Bimini extension is still not in place despite the canvas man having had a whole month to do it so we spend some time tracking him down and reminding him we are leaving very soon! Meanwhile a dinghy to sell and a freezer to buy and davits to construct- busy ...
... 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 ...
... And, at one end of the bar a huge parrot cage, its door wide open and a scrawled hand
written sign saying ' Please do not feed the bird.’ What bird? Definitely no parrot. In any case, the cage door was wide open. “Where’s the bird?” I asked quite casually as if there would be some sort of sensible answer. “Well,” the owner said as he shoveled ice into plastic
bags. “He used to live in his cage... and most afternoons when ...