On a sad note we met a lovely Englishman and his Norwegian wife. He was a yachty and an absolute character. One of those people that you think, what a great guy … I think we are going to see lots of you. We swapped email addresses and planned to visit them in Spain later in the year. Long story short, his boat blew up a couple of days after we met him. His wife had flown home to Norway, but unfortunately he was killed. It was dreadful when we found out … the Henry’s sent us a newspaper article. They met them the same time as us and spent more time with them after we left. The moral of the story, you never know when your number will be up … enjoy every minute while you can.
Do you reckon those eggs are going to make it! Chaos on the dock the morning that we boarded the ferry to St Vincent. It was very interested watching all of the comings and goings. They have a half an hour turnaround to get everything on and off. It kept us amused!
I love my camera! We had a guide who was a lovely guy … the photo of him being silly. He showed us a cinnamon tree where we rubbed the bark and the smell was amazing and the pod below is nutmeg and the pod in is hand is when it had fallen off the tree and split open completely. I found it all really interesting.