Another tough day. Warm sea breezes, 85 degrees, lots of sun, quiet, seldom visited Caribbean island, no line at the bar. Not sure which was the best part of the day.
Bequia is west of Barbados. On a Sunday, it makes Friday night in Bridgetown look like a happening place. Everything was closed, so not much to do but walk along the seawall. Not sure what folks do for a living. The harbor is too small for most cruise ships (we are the last until November). There were sailboats in the harbor, but can’t imagine how anyone keeps body and soul together provisioning a handful of boats.
Life on board our ship is laid back. Us younger folk, for the most part are more casual in dress and outlook. Especially those from the west coast. We do have our share of ladies who never saw a piece of bling they didn’t like. One gal could blind you if you made the mistaken of looking at her when she hoisted her shoulder bag over her swimsuit coverup. I never saw so many sequins in such a small space in my whole life. Glad I was wearing dark glasses.
There are few paper books on board, unless you hit the ship’s library. Everyone here is reading with Nooks, Kindles and the rare (me) iPad.
Time to dress for dinner. This is one of the dress up nights. I brought my little black dress, so time to strut my stuff.
