Our first full day of the trip started in the hotel pool. Here I am tossing Hayley around:
We swam for about half an hour and then had to get going. Here’s a gratuitous Hayley-in-a-bikini photo that shows her getting out of the pool . . . just because I like it:
Here’s a gratuitous photo of me in my bathing suit, just because Hayley likes it:
A little while later, we walked a short distance to this free ferry . . .
. . . which took us just across Marigot Bay to a small beach. Here we are walking ashore . . .
. . . and here we are at a restaurant soon after:
In the photo above, that’s my mom, Naomi, in the white dress, my half-sister, Martha, in the blue tank top, and Martha’s girlfriend, Amy, at the far end of the table.
I had ordered chicken roti, which was excellent.
Check out the beautiful view I had during the meal:
Yeesh! Talk about a gratuitous photo! But seriously, there *was* a nice view, which included this at one point:
That guy ended up selling one of those leaf-woven bowls to Martha for five bucks.
This was the scene on the beach:
The worst thing about that beach (and about Saint Lucia in general) was the steady flow of locals who kept trying to sell us stuff — meals, drinks, jewelry, souvenirs, boat rides, rain forest tours, and so on. When I got up for a minute, one guy tried to rent me a beach chair, and when I told him that I already had one, he mumbled a question that I had to ask him to repeat.
“Do you smoke?” he asked cautiously.
“Oh . . . no thanks,” I said, feeling dumb and completely un-slick. He then gave me a fist-bump and told me to let him know if I need anything.
When I told Martha about it, she was like, “How come no one offered ME any weed?” This became a pattern and a joke among our group; whenever we went somewhere new, I’d inevitably get the same offer, and the others would complain about it. It’s not that Martha or the others wanted to smoke weed. They just wanted to at least be asked.
Anyway, after relaxing in the sun for a while, Hayley and I went for a swim. You can see our heads in the red circle in the following photo:
The water was surprisingly shallow, which was good for Hayley — a novice swimmer. In fact, it was shallow enough for us to touch the bottom several hundred feet out from the shore.
Back at the hotel, Hayley and I started up a game of Scrabble in the late afternoon, and as the sun was setting, we found Martha and Amy at a different pool:
The Scrabble got interrupted by (a) the darkness and (b) dinner plans at a nearby restaurant. Here are the five of us, about to dig into our entrées:
Here’s a closer look at the chicken curry I ate:
Hayley was shocked to see me drink this:
That’s because it had alcohol in it, albeit a sugary concoction of coconut rum with pineapple juice and lime.
Check out this cool photo of dessert — banana flambé:
After dinner, Hayley and I finally finished our game of Scrabble. Here’s a photo she took of the final board:
Good times. Stay tuned for Day 3 . . .