

Actually what we needed to do was wait for the clouds and
the rain to clear. Not every morning in “paradise” is sunny and warm. Breakfast
was at a window table where we watched as the rain alternated between a shower
and a downpour and thought about those who were already out in it on their
excursion. Yes, we were feeling a bit smug.
By the time breakfast was over, we had a plan. Grab our
Kindles, go to the Palm Court and read while our room was cleaned and then if
the rain stopped, venture out. Bob was not feeling well so if we didn’t get in
to shore it was okay. We’d just take a day of rest.
About 10 AM the rains cleared and some blue skies were
peeking between the dark clouds. Wanderlust struck and we went to our room and
gathered our things and set off. It wasn’t clear if they ever got cruise ships
to visit. This was the maiden call of the Crystal Cruise Line. They seemed
fairly well prepared though. When we stepped off the tenders we were approached
by vendors and “tour guides” who vied for our attention. They were a lot more
polite than some ports we’ve been in though.
An older gentleman approached us and offered a map. I’m
still not sure if the computer printed maps were for sale or free. He was
difficult to understand. We turned down the offer and showed him our ship’s
map. Then he pointed to a young man and asked if we wanted to ride in a tuk
tuk. We told him we wanted to see the pirate cemetery and the offer was $50 USD
and he would wait for us. Bob shook his head and said we’d walk (it was about 3
miles round trip). Immediately the price dropped to $20 USD and we were off.
This was our first ride in a tuk tuk and it was a hoot. The
tuk tuk was a cross between a motorcycle and a go cart. We weren’t sure it was
going to make it up a hill but he finally found the right gear and we topped
the ridge. I’m glad he took us because I’m not sure we would have found it and
when we got there and paid our $9/person, the tuk tuk was allowed to drive down
the dirt road for quite a ways until it became a foot path.

The cemetery however was not the best part of our trip. As
we walked down the path we passed huts where people were living and a group of
boys who were proud of their catch of small fish from their spot on a small
dike we walked across. On our way back, they must have decided that the fishing
would be better if they dropped in their line from an overhanging branch and
four of them were halfway out a tree limb with a monofilament line dangling
from one of their hands. Kids are kids no matter where in the world you go.
Lots of smiles.

We had barely stopped and got the money into his hands when
our driver was hustling some others to get another fare. Quite a businessman.
We walked through town on the main muddy dirt street and
paused to watch some lawn bowling that was being played in a parking lot full
of puddles. Lots of shops were displaying their wares and we walked past a
hardware store, a kitchen supplier, and a shop for children’s clothing. They
were small but quite busy, especially the local grocery where many must have
been stocking up with large bags of rice and other products in the back of
small pickup trucks.

Finally, the heat was getting to us and the skies were
darkening again so after about two hours we returned to the tender for a ride
back to the ship. Kids lined the pier to watch the tender take off. I wish I
could have gotten a better picture. They were all precious.

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