St Vincent

 

 The welcome sign

We did a tour of the island, in a rather uncomfortabel bus.  I was seated over the wheel bed, in a saggy seat, so my butt was way down and my knees were way up.  I tried to move to a more comfortabel position and I apparently ripped the back of my dress, which I was not aware of.. 

Our first stop was a catholic church, it was delightful, I loved it. All higgledy piggledy.  At the back it was like an oasis.  The church stone was black in places, which can happen due to volcanic ash, and some buildings are made from valcanic stone.  Apparently if you paint the buildings it doesn't happen as much, so one guide said.  But this place was wonderful.

We then went to the botanic gardens, where I was informed my dress was ripped at the back.  The guide told me and then had a look and told me it was a small rip and I would be fine.  Kearie informed me it was not a small rip and I tried to stay in front of her, lucky I was wearing underwear....

The large green fruit is not eatern, but cut in half and emptied out to create bowls.  These are largely used by the rastafarian community.

It was a really nice park.

We then went to a museum, where we were not allowed to take pictures, it was quite interesting, all the archalogical finds on the island.  It has a long history.

The "small" rip in my dress, Passport for scale.... 

So I spent the morning showing the island my underwear.... We returned to the ship, I changed my clothes and had a nap.  Kearie went to chill at the pool and then we did the usual shipboard activities, like Trivia, pony canasta etc. 

That is all for now, we are starting to wind down, we will be back in Aus, hopefully in a few days.  The weather in Dallas could be an issue, we are keeping an eye on that.

Tomoorw we are back in Dominica

Cheers for now

Lones