Just spent a number of hours on a half acre island off Panama. We
looked at hundreds of hermit crabs, snorkeled, walked on the beach
(for the 50 feet of it since it covered just half of the island
around), and came back to the ship at 1:30, just before the dining
room closed for lunch. (The beef short ribs went well with the iced
tea or was it a crisp white wine, a food fashion risk.) Most of the
other 49 guests went on a hike in the mud with the bird guy while we
snorkeled. So we had a marine biologist assigned just to me, an
anthropologist to act as life guard, and the assistant cruise director
running a "rescue" Zodiac, just in case--JUST FOR TWO OF US. Oh, the
way of the traveler is so, so difficult.
No pix for this stop. Still taking sand out of my swim shorts. Got
yesterday's shoes back after calling the Reception Desk and just
having to say, "The butler took our shoes." She started laughing very
loudly and asked, "I bet you want them back. I'll call him and make
your request." I'm glad I didn't tell him to jump over the railing.
Then we wouldn't have ever gotten the shoes back.
Whoops, tea time. Gotta go. Ciao.
PS. The Captain came with us on the Zodiac to the tiny island. We
paddled a plastic imitation Kayak, but tried to look very regal. Then
the three Chinese laundry men appeared for probably their first R&R
since Greenland. They each sat in other plastic kayaks which were
sitting on the sand but didn't go into the water. Then they build a
sand mound and put a sea shell (without crab) on the top of it. Boy,
these guys know how to party. Now, our laundry will be late. Oh well.
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