Anything for a Photo

I needed a photo of Salt Whistle Bay for my upcoming Website, but unfortunately I had nothing in stock.  I planned to make the journey down that treacherous path that leads from the Village to Salt Whistle to get one.  So, before most of the Suspects were up and mobile, I had Winston run me to shore in the dinghy.  Of course the moment I handed over the helm, he promptly crashed it into the sharpest corner on the pier.  I should have known better.

Righteous and Ulf were enjoying an early morning breakfast beer, pretty much in the same seats we left them in the previous evening.  Given the extreme physical demands of my trip to Salt Whistle, I declined an offer to join.  I started down the path, avoiding broken glass, boulders, soil erosion, and a few free-range chickens.  Of course I was barefoot.

Salt Whistle was absolutely glorious at this time of the morning.  Staff from the Salt Whistle Bay Club were raking the beach in preparation for the day’s use.  I got several photos before heading back up the path of death.  Fortunately, I knew that Righteous had a cold one waiting for me, which speeded my progress considerably.  It does not take much to motivate me.

Margaritaville

Laying out in the sun on the swim platform of the boat with a beverage in hand listening to the sounds of Jimmy Buffett is just about the best thing you can do in the Caribbean.  So, for the better part of the afternoon, I did just that.  Several hours of this and I understood just exactly where Margaritaville was. 

Guests of Righteous

We had booked dinner with Righteous, and it was his personal mission to put on a real spread.  He had the table specially set, with fancy place settings and candles.  He had taken out the special platinum Bob Marley CD from the family china cabinet.  A complimentary bottle of wine was brought to the table.  The kitchen delivered a great meal.

Later, we reconvened at the main table with Righteous and picked up where we had left off the night before.  Reggae flowed freely from the sound system.  Ulf was in his usual place.  Righteous assumed his favorite spot in the corner with Strongman, who personally constructed darn near everything on the island with his bare hands.  Strongman's  stepdaughter, Shirley, already an expert in procreation at the tender age of 24, with 4 offspring roaming the island, was looking to broaden the island’s gene pool.  She was somewhat aggressive and blunt in her approach.  I sent her to Winston, who knows a bit about the pre-sales aspects of procreation.  Fortunately, he was able to ward off the aggressive advances of this young lady, who by now had earned the title “Shirley of Nazareth”.

At some point, we rolled down the steep hill, conducted a beach entry in the dinghy without killing ourselves, and safely made it back to our spaceship.