Sunday, September 24, 1995 - Curaco

Roy needed a day off from working on the boat, so we rode the bus to Santa Cruz. (Yes, there's a Santa Cruz in Cura‡ao.) In fact, we went past Santa Cruz to Playa Lagun, because it's closer to the beach. We were really out in the country on this trip. Everything was very green. There were even some REAL TREES. First we've seen growing wild in a long time. They were so big they overhung the road and made a lovely shade. We were going to eat lunch at a place that had a sign out front that said "Restaurant", but the restaurant was closed, so we walked up the road a short distance to a little snack bar. The menu was in Papiamento, so we played it safe and ordered ice cream. Unfortunate- ly, they only had one cup of ice cream left, so Roy gave it to me. He ate a small can of peanuts and drank a Pepsi. After eating, we walked back to the beach. Playa Lagun is a rock-rimmed cove with a small, sandy beach, about a hundred feet long. The water is clear blue. Even out at the entrance, where it must be fifteen or twenty feet deep, the water's so clear you can count the rocks on the bottom. We thoroughly enjoyed our little swim. The return bus was due at 4:06, but the drivers on this island seem to leave whenever they feel like it, so Roy said we should be at the stop by quarter to four. It's a good thing he did, because the bus arrived at ten till. I was so engrossed in the novel I was reading, I didn't pay any attention when Roy said the bus was coming. He had to tell me two or three times before I looked up and was astonished to see the bus bearing down on us. It's a good thing we caught it; there wouldn't have been another bus for two hours, and we'd have gotten back to the boat in the pitch dark. Instead, we got there at six o'clock. Very pleasant day.