Frangipani Hotel Bequia

... its beauty. It is one week before prime season in the Carribean, and we happened to be the only guests at our resort. Times are slow here and the poor economies have definitely taken a toll on the local businesses in Bequia. We had the entire beach to ourselves today. <br><br>The evening was quiet. Ordered lobster pizza from Mac's Pizza. This is a must when visiting Bequia. There was at least a pound of perfectly cooked lobster on the pizza.

... to say the least&#8230;.the guide led us at a steady pace as we passed through the rain forest with towering bamboo etc. providing much needed shade. A stop at a flowing stream was very welcome too &#8211; but when we were told this was a quarter of the way up &#8211; I nearly gave up! But pride is a marvellous motivator, so it was onward and upward, and upward, and upward, until the half way point, where we met a party on the way down who looked shell ...

... and driving, the music (loud and fast), RUM PUNCH MON!, the wedding of course was beautuful. Perfect weather that day, except for a short rain shower on the 2 hours sail ride to the Tobago Cays where my uncle and Jamie tied the knot! The culture down there was something I have never seen before and will never forget! I will be talking about it for a long time, so until next time---Party on Mon!

... numerous desert island beaches. Regardless of how the day is spent, nothing beats swaying in the canvass Crew hammocks strung up between the ship's tall masts, digesting your gourmet lunch and enjoying the collision of a pure blue sky with a tie-dyed cobalt sea. This is the essence of The Grenadines' splendor. Slowly the dancing causes me to sober up from my wine and I become conscious of my inability to move my hips, torso and ...

... the country roads of Iowa. But here instead of a chained up farm dog there is a goat in the front yard. No need for lawnmowers! I eventually end up back at my hotel where the weekly Jump Up, an all-island celebration of steel-drums, socialization and drinking, is in full swing. The smell of grilled food and the smooth sounds of reggae permeating the air reminds me of Dubuque's block-party styled "All That Jazz". Oh look, there's beer in ...

... gently seductive Caribbean Sea. From this vantage point you also can get a good feel of the shape and sounds of Bequia. At the foot of the hill is Industry Bay, home of the oldest home on the island, which is still locally owned. From the Bay it is just a short walk to the humble Oldhegg Turtle Sanctuary. Founded by former sailor, Orton "Brother" King, the sanctuary nurses and breeds hawksbill and leatherback sea ...

... a little sleep time by attending to little Andrew. Andrew was cute as a button and very agreeable throughout our visit. He looks just like pictures of his dad at the same age but we think he has Joann's nose. One day, Bill drove us up to Milwaukee so that we could see where they would be moving and where he would be working. We were impressed with the number of theaters and music venues and the lovely riverfront restaurants and walkways. They reminded us of Chicago. The ...

Quiet day in Bequia today as we all recovered from our busy day at sea. Morning back at Liam and Zoya's favourite beach. We found a part of the beach that has a tidal pool that breaks the waves, which Zoya loved. As always, Liam was a body surfing machine. We went to the pottery studio in the afternoon before they closed. One of the owners and ...

... is on the right, and the roads are barely wide enough for one car, let alone two passing each other going in opposite directions. On top of that, cars had to negotiate all sorts of obstacles, such as goats walking down the road, cows walking down the road, the biggest lizards I have ever seen walking down the road and people walking all along the road. Naive Dianne just couldn't believe they didn't have sidewalks. I wonder why the ...

... see someone, who wasn't me, pick up my suitcase and head out. Well, being the shy and reserved person I am, I run after him and every so politely point out the fact that he has my suitcase. He actually tried to keep it! I became a bit more vocal and he gave up and handed me my own suitcase. I wonder if I would have ever seen it again had I not spotted him with it. I am thinking I would never have seen it again. What do you think?