“Sea turtles, rays, and fish oh my” I exclaimed to John.
We left Simpson bay in St. Marteen with the 10:30 drawbridge opening and off we went to where we were not sure. The wind was good and the sailing fun so we just kept going and ended up in Anguilla. This is a British island so it would require going through custom once again. I am dropping the anchor and a lonely sea turtle pop’s it’s head up. It has been an eternity since we have seen a turtle. Well not an eternity but at least 7 days. Maybe that is an eternity in sea turtle years? I do not think so since they grow pretty old.
Anguilla is a beautiful flat island with long sandy beaches. We dive off the boat and soak in the clear water. It has been seven days since we have done this too and it feels so good.
We dingy ashore, clear customs, and head back to the boat to swim some more. A spotted ray gracefully swims by just gently flapping it’s wings, not a care in the world.
The beach bar menus look incredibly good so we head to shore for dinner. There are not a lot of people at any of the bars. We head to one that is suppose to have happy hour. Joan the bartender informs us that happy hour is only on Friday. That seems strange that you are only allowed to be happy on Friday’s. Leave it the Brits for that one. It is good we became independent from them, otherwise we should only get to be happy on Friday. What a terrible concept. And I was told it was there food that made them grumpy.
OK, back to sailing and dinner. Joan was delightful and we met some one else at the bar who was a lot of fun. A crotchety old sea captain with great stories. Dinner lived up to all the positive reviews. The fish and chips were by far some of the best I have ever had. We never did see the menu so we were thinking normal beach bar prices. When I got the bill I asked if it was in the local currency which would make it about 1/2 the stated price.
“No, that is in US currency” Joan said.
Our bellies happily full and my wallet unhappily much lighter we headed back to the boat.