Singing Sands Inn
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- Free High-Speed Internet
- Swimming pool
- Free parking
TripAdvisor Reviews Singing Sands Inn Placencia
Travel Blogs from Placencia
... about midday and installed ourselves in the only air conditioned room in the New Belmoral Hotel - with wifi! Unfortunately the AC and wifi didn't work - but there was a fan. After a wee rest we walked up to Cahal Pesh - the ruin on top of the hill. It was very impressive - surrounded by forest - and there were Toucans! We wandered about for a while then headed back to town for a very nice "British Indian" curry.
Sunday morning we ...
Last week, Deborah and I decided that we wanted to go on a snorkelling trip, so
we made arrangements to go with a guy we had meet called Francis "Chino" Eiley.
He is a local, who writes poetry, and has been involved with boats and the
ocean since he was very young, fishing with his Dad. His two year old son,
Elija, is definitely going to follow in his father's footsteps, because he
bawls his head off every ...
... we had been once before and hiked the Tiger Fern Falls trail so we decided on Ben's Bluff this time. It's quite a jaunt to the top (4km), passing the turn off to the waterfall. We picnicked on the summit with the very best peanut butter sandwiches EVER, and hiked to the water fall.
I scoped out the best spot for a swim, and we climbed over the rocks to get there. The water seemed cold but hiking up a steep trail in the jungle in ...
... and headed back out to airstrip. It turned into a gorgeous day and the flight to Placencia was smooth. We landed around 7:30 and were met by our driver, Sam, who drove us the few minutes to our new home the Coconut Cottage. Well, he drove us most of the way. A unique thing about Placencia village, at least the tourist part of it, is that the "main ...
... was a place to camp on the beach for next to nothing.
There wasn’t a place to camp – balls! Thought about whacking up a tent anyway, but then I asked around ‘John The Bakerman’ and then bumped into Yves (always a source of amusement hearing a Spanish speaking person try and pronounce his name)– this guy from New Zealand that I must have bumped into about 5000 times in the following week who showed me the cheap place he was staying in.