From Cozumel to the British West Indies: George Town Grand Cayman! Now those who follow the blog know I’ve been to over 30 countries (I officially lost count after 35) and now I’m wondering if territories count as countries. But at the end of the day, traveling ANYWHERE is better than traveling no where. So, my official stance: territories do not count towards countries visited but maybe they should!
Day 4 we docked pretty late at 11:45a and had to tender to shore in a small boat. Our tour didn’t start until 3:30p so we left the ship to do a mini-DavAmy adventure beforehand, organized by David. That’s one of the things I love about my husband; he sees something that is an issue for me & finds way to make me feel comfortable. Despite the holidays, we waited 40 minutes for a taxi to the Seven Mile Beach area and enjoyed Chicken, Chicken (the locals favorite jerk chicken place). Island food prices were reasonable. After lunch we walked into clothing stores but quickly left when we realized island clothing prices were unreasonable.
After lunch, we walked to look at Seven Mile Beach and a million little lizards headed to the beach too. We didn’t get in the water, really regretting that now, but hopped into another taxi headed back to the port for the day’s excursion: sunken ship & reef snorkel.
We started off snorkeling above an old US Navy submarine vessel (USS Kittiwake) that was sold to the Cayman Islands Government to re-purpose as an artificial reef. I must have had too many spiritual encounters before (New Orleans, the Shaman blessing in Cozumel) that it felt eerie and weird seeing the sub in the water. Couple that with a baby jelly fish that looked like it was 3 feet below me (gorgeous crystal clear waters in the Caribbean) that I said “nope” and headed back to our snorkel boat. The get me outta here feeling is real!
Overall, Grand Cayman was OK. The crossing guards yelled at us, we waited forever for a taxi & it was too chaotic for me. But their yield signs are much more polite than ours because they say “give way.” And yes, when in Grand Cayman, you have to give way to both chickens and noisy singing birds.
Once back on ship, we had Christmas Eve dinner delivered to the room and then went to the holiday show.
After dancing under the stars at the pool deck & meeting some of David’s karaoke fans (more on that in a sec), we walked around the ship and saw these creepy dolls. No idea why they were there but they are not cute. Like why is the dad fishing inside the ship??!
A word on David’s fan club. The first few nights I was tired and didn’t go with him to the karaoke stuff. I live with the guy, everyday is a karaoke contest. So going alone, he got to do his thing (he’s an extrovert) and placed second in a contest against a middle school-aged theater kid. I can’t tell you how many times we heard, “aren’t you the guy who almost won karaoke?” David said he let the kid win, but now he’s singing a different tune and wishing he actually placed first. At least he has me and that’s just the right amount of winning.
There She Goes... 