We had been told that West Marine was
the largest chandlery in the Caribbean, that got Bear to the Thrifty Car Hire
shop here in the marina, faster than a speeding bullet. Car hired for a week,
next stop about fifteen minutes down the dual carriageway, driving on the right,
to find said chandlery. Two hours later, I am quickly losing the will to live.
Bear in poor - nay non-existent Spanish has several kindly people direct us to
all kinds of emporiums, nothing to do with said target. So bad was it that I had
to be placated with happy food, must be bad, I needed a KFC. West Marine finally
found. Bear gave the visa card a thorough spanking. All
essential stuff, yeah, yeah of course dear. After a long mooch I
finally got Bear out of the shop, several carrier bags in hand.
Quick stop at an ATM, I wandered
off to see these blooms up close
We had packed a
little picnic tea and went to find a beach. Sat by ferry dock and watched the
world go by. The island opposite us has a small ferry
shuttle every half an hour for the princely sum of one dollar. One "careful owner" sat in the middle
of the bay.
This fine looking chap watched us watching him, he didn't
take to the bit of ham sandwich on offer.
Sitting with the
car windows open, I kept feeling like I was being stabbed with a very fine
needle, acupuncture size. Then Bear asked me if I was being nipped as he was.
Must be bad for him to get attacked. In the windscreen we saw loads of tiny
flies, the size of a lace pin head (smaller than a normal pin). These bites hurt
at the time, but the following day it felt like having the measles. Slatherings
of Anthisan. We have since heard these tiny beasts called Me-Mar, She-sha, Ma-hi
and bloody nuisances. The worst "No-See-Ums" we have yet come across. They
don't care how strong the Deet is you spray on yourself, have a penchant for
your feet and seem fairly indestructible, until squashed. They are at their
zenith from 16:00 to 18:00 and the locals say you never get used to them. Great.
Shut the windows, please Bear.
to people watching
Meanwhile, our chap
who had turned his beak up to a bit of ham sandwich was watching the same cast fisherman, hopped off and wandered down the road to see if their were any
This is the Waldorf Hotel, opposite were we were, complete with
round restaurant and vernacular railway to bring you down to the bustling
seaside place below
The ferry service takes everything to Vieques and Culebra,
this one had fuel and water tankers on board
Then it was off
for a drive round before the supposed fifteen minute journey back to Beez ???
The local houses had the same bars and security gates we had seen
in Venezuela. Up in the hills above town we saw this development, called The Ocean Club, one of several being built, offering
apartments for $125,000 and up. There were very few cars in the car park and the
bigger percentage were vacant. Full, the traffic into town would be horrendous
as the road in, is thin and windy.
This is a local
B+B. We had been told to book accommodation, not go on spec, so I know
what my job is tonight, book onward for our road trip.
View of the island we had been
opposite having our picnic
ALL IN ALL ENJOYED OUR
FIRST MINI TATS IN PUERTO RICO - JUST HOPE WE FIND OUR WAY A LITTLE
IT'S DOWN TO THE NAVIGATOR YOU
SEE PEPE'S MOUTH PUCKER AT THE EDGES. WARNING.
HIDE BEAR HIDE
HAVE YOU EVER SEEN ANYONE BEATEN SAVAGELY WITH A LUNCH BOX
BEAR HAS. OUCH BEAR OUCH.