She woke up before the sun and silently made her way thru the galley. As silently as a cat burglar, the hatches were opened and she climbed up to the top of the deck where she sat looking for the new morning sun. This was her quiet time. A part of the day etched out just for her. The boat softy bouncing on it’s anchor with no one else around she watched the sun rise in all it’s glory. The dawning of a new day. She watched the sun rise, read her book, got energized and enjoyed the start of her day. All this without the help of caffeine.

On the same boat, at the same time, I am down below trying to catch a few more minutes of sleep. Get up to see the sun rise is so overrated and I have definitely missed this sunrise today.

After she has satisfied her alone time,(yes there can be me time on the boat) she decides it is time for me to be awake or at least moving and bounces down asking what the plan for today is.

Yesterday ended up being a long sail. We did not leave as early as we had planned because we took advantage of an early morning swim before heading out on our sail. Leaving Caribou, we headed south for what we thought would be a 6 hour sail.
“What is that smoke” She asked “and now the smell.”
“They must be burning trash at the dump ground” I replied.
The closer we got the worse it became. Our plans had been to anchor about 3 miles south of where they were burning but that was not looking very enjoyable.
“One option is to go all the way to Secret Harbor where we are going to stay at the marina starting tomorrow and just anchor there for the night. On Friday we can then move to the marina.” I suggested.
“That sounds wonderful” she answered.
I had forgotten that the last five miles would be directly into the wind and our short nine mile sail quickly turned into three hours plus. We dropped the anchor just after the sun set.

“There is suppose to be a beautiful waterfall that we can hike to. The cab driver we used last week told me about it. We should be able to take a bus there.” I answered her question about what we should do today.
This was after some morning caffeine to get me going.
“Sounds good. Let’s make some breakfast and go.” She replied.
It was already hot as we walked up the steep hill away from the marina. When we reached the top, I realized that it would be a long walk until we could catch a bus. There is a reason it is called secret harbor. She had wisely advised me to bring the business card of the taxi driver with me. I quickly called to see if he was available and he was. He would be there in 10 minutes to pick us up. it was a great decision.
Matthew took us up thru the rain forest. It’s dense green growth with gigantic ferns kept us in awe as he told us this is the dry season. The dry season, I cannot imagine what it would look like in the wet season.
“Just Greener and muddier” he replied.
We stop at a few overlooks to take in the view. Matthew has lived here all of his life and enjoys talking about his country that he is so proud of.
He drops us off for our hike to the waterfall. The guidebook said it would take one hour each way but Matthew says we will be able to do it in thirty minutes each way. 
Off we go down a road before the trail turns into the dense rainforest. It is beautiful and thirty minutes later we reach the two of the seven waterfalls. The higher elevation and the green canopy keeps the temperature down. We thought we would be soaked in sweat on our hike and we are pleasantly surprised to be fairly dry. The cascading water falling into the deep pools calls our name and we change into our swim suits. We know this is a popular hiking trail and we are very surprised to have it all to ourselves. We bask in the cool water with the stream falling on our heads and massaging our shoulders.
Two other women finally reach the waterfall. They had hired a guide and after swimming in the pool are going to hike up to the next waterfall. We are very content and decide to head back to our taxi.
“Where would you like to go now,” he asks.
“A chocolate factory” we both answer.
“There is one in Victoria we could visit. We can stop by the nutmeg factory on the way if you want.” Matthew suggests.
Off we go thru single lane backroads across the island. This is definitely an area most tourists never get to see.
First stop is the nutmeg factory. They have a sign telling us they have nutmeg ice cream. Our mouths are watering and then she tells us they are all out of it. We are so depressed.
The nutmeg factory hires 83 people. It is very labor intensive and almost everything is done by hand. With the exception of a machine that cracks the shell to reveal the nutmeg, all shell casing and the pod were being separated by thirty or more workers, almost all women. It is nice to see that they keep all these people employed. I am sure machines could be brought in and this would cut the labor need by 3/4.
Off to Chocolate. This factory is different than the one I had toured last week. It seems to be much older, but in fact is only two years old. We sample all of the different varieties and then walk out with our favorites.
This has been another fantastic day.