Creole Garden Hotel Bequia

... Thanks again Meg and Kim for all of that helpful information about Bequia. We then headed down to the local street market and picked up some fresh fruits from Sunshine. Sunshine was very entertaining.<br><br>We still had not stepped foot on the beach.<br><br>We finally headed to the beach, which was just 50 steps from our front door,and it was absolutely amazing. The views, foliage, and water were incredible. Words and pictures can't ...

... so that we could see into the volcano crater and take photos&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;but &#8230;&#8230;nothing. It was too cold to wait motionless for long &#8211; so it was time to retrace our steps back to the minibus for a celebratory rum punch! Fun!<br><br>That cloud heralded our only run of bad weather&#8230;..and boy, does it know how to rain in the Caribbean!......so, many crosswords and sudokus later, it was off to the airport for our flight to Barbados!

... plane, Sunday no ferry and not advisable to swim with a couple of suitcases and everyone starts talking about "tricky waters" - sounded like a blues/soul singer. Only option - get a small fishing boat to take you across. Oh yeah?! Weather forecast - tropical storms imminent. Oh yeah?!<br>Zoot arrived at the jetty near Basil's Bar in his 15-20 foot boat - very narrow...."No worry, Man - I give you good ride" he assured us as we chugged out of ...

... The melodic twang vibrating from the steel oil drums produces a magical voice and I catch myself looking for the singer only to realize that the voice comes from somewhere deep within the drums. I sway to the serenades of steel on the sand dance floor, mimicking the swaying of the towering masts of the anchored yachts bobbing on the bay. At night, with the boats' beacon lights blinking on top of their masts, the bay looks like ...

... As I read along I am abruptly halted mid-sentence by a dreadful word: Dubuque. Dismissing this as a fluke, I continue until I come across the sentence, "So, there was Dubuque again". "This can't be," I gasp with a Hitchcock-inspired shriek. "It's found me." I drop the book in terror and try to outrun this suffocating shadow, but everywhere I turn I see Dubuque. All along the yacht filled harbor boats seductively bob in tranquil waters ...

... attraction is the unique Oldhegg Turtle Sanctuary, located in the remote Industry Bay region. The most rewarding way to reach the site is to walk there and take a taxi back. The walk, which can be steep and several hours long, will give you a true perspective of the island. Begin by taking a right at the road running next to the New York Bar in Port Elizabeth. At first the hike is nothing but an unimpressive ...

... faucet in Grenada. We thoroughly enjoyed St. Lucia. One day we rented a car and drove the entire coast. We were disappointed with the Atlantic Coast because the road provides almost no access to the coast and the towns are very poor and depressing. However, the west coast was fantastic. The Pitons are breathtaking. We stopped for a mid-day drink at the Dasheen Restaurant that sits high on the hill between the Pitons. It may have been the most spectacular setting I have ever ...

... into the sea - our cue to move on down the beach a bit. John returned to the Bequia Beach Club during nap time to take some "after" photos of the honeymoon spot. Good candidate shots for a photo essay, title of which remains to be chosen. The overall mood is one of melancholy, as the last guests have clearly long left. I had a tour guide in the form of an eight year old local boy ...

Here are various pictures of the island. Details to follow. I will be pointing out the historical significance of these as they relate to me and the story. Day one on the island. I was surprised by the airport and facilities, to say the least. When you are approaching the island for the landing it looks as though you are going to drop right into the water. The runway appears to have been cut right into the side of the mountain ...

... through little holes in the bottom of the plane to help it go faster, kind of like the Flintstones and their stoneage cars. Fred and Barney were lucky though, if they stopped moving they wouldn't plummet down to earth. Well, we used every inch of the runway and were airborne. 10 feet, 20 feet, 50 feet, 100 feet, 200 feet, 500 feet, 1,000 feet. We stopped there! We flew more than 500 miles so low to the ocean that I could see ...