The moon was only 2/3 full, but still looking huge and vibrant during dawn on Wednesday, March 19
Sunrise
Since it was kind of hard to explain the geography of this area, we figured the path of least resistance would be to post a picture of the chart so that it is possible follow what we are talking about. The red blob was Chat N Chill beach.
Today we got lunch onshore at a restaurant called The Snappy Turtle in the St. Francis Resort and Marina, which was located at the blue blob in the chart above.
Thursday, March 6, continued — Not long after Michael dropped us off at the marina, we headed back out to get dinner. Several people had told us that Piggy’s was the best jerk chicken in town. Others told us that Piglets was even better. You’d think with the names Piggy’s and Piglet’s, they’d serve pork, but they both only served chicken and sides. Ed told us that Piggy’s owner looked like a pig and thus Piggy was his nickname. He also told us that the owner of Piglet’s had once worked as a chef for Piggy’s. Piggy’s had burned down, and rather than waiting for Piggy’s to be rebuilt, the chef opened Piglet’s.
We’d planned to eat at Piggy’s since it was in an actual building and it looked like we could eat inside. John saw us leaving and insisted on escorting us. Piggy’s was on the main road that paralleled East Harbor. As we neared Piggy’s, John insisted that we go to Piglet’s, instead, which was just another block or so down the road.
Piglet’s had no menus or signs, so we had no idea what our food choices were beyond jerk chicken. A batch of something yummy looking had just come out of the deep fryer, so when the cashier asked which side we wanted, we pointed to those. Since Piglet’s had no seating, we took it back to the boat to eat it. Here we are walking back towards the boat on a sidewalk that wins for most scenic and most treacherous.
Thursday, March 6 — Our friends on the Kadey Krogan had recommended that we do a river rafting tour down the Rio Grande, and had recommended a guide. We’d called him a few days ago and had made arrangements for him to pick us up today at 0900. Unfortunately, he wasn’t a good communicator. He said the price was $95 for a two-person raft. We were unclear on whether we were renting one raft or two rafts, and if only one raft, if there was a charge for a third person. We were also unclear on whether the cost included transportation to the river.
At 0900, we were greeted at the marina gate by two men; Michael was our driver and Louis our rafting guide. We left town via the same road that follows East Harbor that we’d taken yesterday, but instead of following the shoreline, he turned inland and took us up the mountain. The road was narrow and full of potholes, but it was scenic. Here is a view of the blue mountains.
As expected, the farther away from town we got, the less dense the homes along the road. While there were some dilapidated homes, the majority appeared to be well built and well cared for. There were quite a few large homes, as well.
