We were waking up to quite the spectacular developing of the morning sunrise over the very quietness that is a beach in Barbuda,
and sipped our coffee during the brief rain shower which was followed by a gorgeous rainbow that rapidly disintegrated it's colours in the time it took me to run below and grab my camera...
that had us remembering with just the right amount of excitement our phone call of the evening before and the promise to meet up with local tour guide and historian, George Jeffrey. We had a day of adventuring ahead of us, time to get ready !
And so, given the deep and rather steep beach incline and zesty incoming surf, combined with the lightness of being of our dinghy vs
Izzy R's, it was decided that we would be the chauffeurs. We picked up Jeff and Izzy, and headed towards the pre-appointed spot for the pre-appointed time.
With four strong hands we were able to drag Quohog high up on the beach and tie her to the Sand-Control type of fence, all in an effort to keep her safe and sound during our absence.
On the other side of the narrow ledge of nothing but beach as far as your eye could see,
I mean, do you not just melt when you stare down either end of the coast, at views such as this?
Every blink of an eye allows your body to inhale in more beautiful and peaceful sights,
and sure enough, George was waiting for us,
to zoom us across the pond in his big pink-coloured wooden boat.
(to be continued...)