Clearing through customs at Turks & Caicos was not the smoothest of experiences. Their process was terribly disorganized; and it’s not like we had problems with our paperwork, passports or documentation. The entire first day in a new country was spent in a tiny, unairconditioned storage building type of facility with the crew from about 7 other vessels. We weren’t off to a good start in Turks & Caicos.
The next day the crew from Vagabond, Captain Dan and Dolores, asked us to join them for a real tour of the island. We hitch hiked our way to a car rental shop close to the airport and that was a trip in itself. You see we haven’t been in a vehicle since Florida and here they drive on the wrong side of the road. My heart skipped a beat as each car flew past us. Before we knew it we were navigating, by way of a paper map, and driving ourselves around in a foreign country…on the wrong side of the road.
Now, if you knew me back at home then you knew I was queen of finding my way into hotel or B&B swimming pools but this woman, Dolores, one upped me. Dan pulled into a random parking lot where we found beach access and before we knew it he said someone was bringing us margaritas. Thank you kind sir!!!! Several hours later our liquid courage lead us into the resort where our waiter brought us lunch, poolside. What a guy!
Keep in mind that we hadn’t had this kind of food since we split a burger in Bimini and that was way back on February 3rd. I can’t beleive that was the last time we went out. I’m proud that we’ve been so frugal. We were hungry for comfort food, in other words, french fries! The resort, which will remain anonymous, indulged our every culinary desire. We were all smiling from ear to ear the entire day. We hopped from one pool to swim up bar to another and ordered more than we could eat of brick oven pizzas, as a mid-afternoon snack. Eventually we found a water park, complete with slides and a good ol’ lazy river. I thought we died and gone to heaven. Each corner of the resort provided us with a new adventure.
Towards the end of the day we found an Irish pub where the guys drank Guinness and we sipped on champagne as we played a couple rounds of pool and noshed on the biggest cheese, meat and cracker platter that you’ve ever seen. Trent found another buffet and went wild on building the platter. He’s a snack master. We completely devoured it. The brie was just sinful. Ok, then we found a pastry shop in Little Italy and ordered two of everything, to-go. Our box is filled with little cheesecakes, chocolate ganaches, fritters, cookies, brownies, muffins, you name it, and it’s all in the fridge. This is getting really embarrassing, I know; I feel like such a slug today. Last but not least, we spotted an ice cream shop in the kids corner and had two scoops each on our way back out to the beach.
As if the day couldn’t get any better we stopped off at an IGA grocery store on the way back to Sapodilla Bay. The IGA had a nice looking, very reasonably priced produce section that we combed through. It’s been several weeks since we could get something so simple as a fresh banana, which I’ve been craving like mad. The last decent looking grocery store I saw was in Nassau and that was over a month ago already. So today we’ll be eating plenty of fruits, veggies and I have to cook up the rest of a snapper that we caught in Mayaguana a few days ago. I believe that we’re both good and ready to get back to some civilization though. The Bahamas were a dream never to be forgotten but being at the resort with Vagabond is at the top of my best days ever list on Pepper. Bright and early tomorrow we’re pointing Pepper towards the Dominican Republic. We should be there by Tuesday afternoon.