A lovely week of relaxation, watching turtles below and ospreys above, trips on the kayak. It could be paradise if not for the almost daily invasion of the tour boats.
It begins at 11am with the arrival up to 3 fast speed boats who disgorge 50 or 60 guests to the beach on the left. A quarter of an hour later 1, 2 or 3 motor catamarans arrive with their guests – add another 100 people to the beach on the right. The clients swim, chase, sorry swim with the turtles, sunbathe, eat lunch and drink rum punch. They have a jolly time until the bell is sounded. Then puff! Two o'clock everyone gets back on board and they all leave. Three hours of madness and 21 hours of bliss. It's worth it and if we like the spot we can't have it all to ourselves. That would be rude.
However, tonight we are the only boat in the anchorage. In the Caribbean this is a rare moment. Gazing at the full moon we racked our brains to remember the last time this happened. I think it was in the Caymans in 2020 during lockdown when we were the last yacht to leave. We turned out the lights before setting sail for Florida where there was no lockdown in place.
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