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My room mate ...Larry the lizard
... during the day. i think Larry likes me although everytime i went to take a picture of him, he got shy. so i got sneaky and will up load a picture of his backside scuttling away.
and did i mention harry the massive spider in the bathroom.... well i have my own spider in my bathroom in london but harry is big and hairy but never seemed to move from the corner so all is good.
its great getting back to nature......
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New Years Eve Providencia style
San Andres was a small island but Providencia was even smaller, with only 8 hotels and around 15 B&Bs and 17 sq kms, this was an island paradise.
Sharing a ride with the canucks i met in San Andres, we headed to our hamlet of Aguadulce, Freshwater Bay. Basically the island has one road around the entire island and Aguadulce has about 300 metres of b&bs and hotels and a lovely beach.
My cabana was lovely, ...
Hello...I'm on a horse!
... to stop and wait for the others to catch up, and that's when problems started. As we started to head back to the trail leading away from the beach, we noticed that we had to pass some kiteboarders. Most people on Provo know each other, so we thought they'd stop and be respectful - in fact, a couple of the guys standing on the beach struck up a conversation with one of our guides. However, one woman in the ocean didn't see us, or was too dumb to ...
Lounge Lizards
... on an island.
Feeling rather like Robinson Crusoe, we beached our kayaks and made our way up the shoreline. What we had thought was a deserted island was not, and the curious inhabitants came running to meet us. They took us by surprise, charging up to us and staring, coming ever closer as they were attracted by the nail polish on the ladies' toes. This, it turns out, was Iguana Island, and we had been greeted by the ...
Just a quick drink...
... now that I had to make a conscious effort to fight back the urge to start speaking like Michelle of the Resistance. Some time later, there was a knock on the glass doors. JF turned around. "oh fuddle-duddle!" he said (or something to that effect). "It's a mad dude with wine!" We turned atound to see a fat old man carrying a box of bottles if wine. Mario let the guy in - he was none other than Didier from Bretagne who deals wine. Not only does he know his wine, but ...


