Day 4 - 3/15/08
I'm slightly tipsy, so this entry will be short. Well, that and we're getting up at 415am to watch the sunrise. Yes, I know, we're crazy. Ask me again, and I'll tell you the same.
So we got up, drove to Hell and back. I would have stopped to take a picture, but there wasn't much there. Odd to think that Hell is actually the backstreets of a small tropical island. We drove along 7 Mile Beach, which is where all the touristy hotels (like the Hyatt and the Ritz) are, admired the oh so white sands. Then stopped at Georgetown to eat at the Hard Rock Cafe. My luck to choose the island that HAS a Hard Rock Cafe. I was thoroughly amused by their guitar selection -- Roger Waters parked next to Slash; it doesn't get much better than that. Then we wandered up and down Georgetown, looking for touristy knicknacks, Tortuga Rum Cakes (which, OMG, so good at the Hard Rock), and a long sleeve button down for Henry, none of which we were particularly able to find. We also went looking for a bookstore, which turned out to have a very limited selection, although they did have several Erikson books, but nothing that particularly struck our fancy. I guess good ole Atlanta will be my hope and salvation. Although I haven't yet started my Asimov book. Maybe it'll last.
By this point, we were fully sick of the tourists, so we decided to go home, back to the East End, where you're more likely to see fish than people. We stopped off on the side of the road and went wading in just because we could. As I was standing knee deep in water, holding my pants up to keep them from getting wet, a Vespa went by and honked at us. I was terribly amused. I think they were also tourists, saluting us for being as touristy as we could possibly be.
Following our beach excursion, we wandered into a Pirate Cave place, which also had a zoo and nature walk. I got to pet a goat and it wagged its tail at me! There are a bunch of pictures of me and Henry crawling around searching for gold doubloons. We didn't find any, of course, but we almost got attacked by a bat and almost got lost deep within the caverns. The proprietor told us a story of an Australian guy who spent 2 and a half hours in the caves just clambering around. He was, I'm sure, smaller and more appropriately dressed than either of us were at the time.
Then back to the hotel and a 2 hour nap before hitting the beach bar where I ordered a mango daiquiri (eh) and a shark bite (yum, but really strong). We determined that tomorrow, I will wear blue and get a blue margarita or sapphire martini and then there will be overly coordinated pictures of me. Anyway, that's why I'm tipsy. (I was thinking that at some point, there should be a drinking game of all the drinks featured in songs, while listening to that song. "Tequila Sunrise", "Margaritaville", "Escape (the Pina Colada Song)". I worry what would happen if I listen to Thorogood's "I Drink Alone". Large quantities of alcohol poisoning, I shouldn't wonder. Maybe this would be an awesome mix CD; I could call it "The Drinking Game". "10 Rounds of Jose Cuervo", "Gin & Juice", etc. Hmmm, there might be something to this...) I've determined that I'm not a huge fan of rum.
And also, here, I'd like to put in a plug for aloe, which is so awesome on sunburns. Well, mine at least. It made Henry's hurt more, but I might actually be able to sleep on my back tonight.
So, then, up in 6 hours to catch a sunrise and begin the last day on the island. Ironic how I said this would be short and it's the longest entry yet.