Girls on tour continues the following day as we take a day boat trip to Klein Curacao (Little Curacao). Taking pride of place on the top deck to sun bake on the way, we only half listen to our guides as they tell the passengers the ride will be a bit rough. The boys come round to check on us and we take the opportunity to enlighten them on our work, smiling sweetly with a look that assures them we are accomplished sailors. Swallowing our words instantly, we begin to slide and bump around, as the harsh salt water leaps across the deck. We manage a good twenty minutes before we can't take any more of the cold, the wind headache and holding on for dear life. We yell helplessly for someone to come and help us get down (like the princesses that we have been throughout this whole trip). Out come two of the boat crew; one blonde dutch guy and one dark and beautiful Curacaon to escort us down. Now by escort, I mean they held their arms open whilst we literally slid down, legs a flew, bikinis on the skew whif, into their arms. Approaching the main deck my sea legs have still not put in an appearance and my man is having to carry me across to stop me from sliding all over the deck like a bar of slippery soap.
When we finally arrive to the secluded island all of our breaths are taken away. We take a walk to the most beautiful lighthouse, which we are surpised to hear is actually fully functioning. The whole beachfront is like a coral graveyard and all offset by the most beautiful blue water that I have seen yet.
When we finally arrive to the secluded island all of our breaths are taken away. We take a walk to the most beautiful lighthouse, which we are surpised to hear is actually fully functioning. The whole beachfront is like a coral graveyard and all offset by the most beautiful blue water that I have seen yet.
Having gone the whole week without donning a snorkel mask, I decide to give it a go. I say that I don't want any flippers but Lauren assures me they will help me and advises me to walk backwards into the ocean with them on. By the third time the waves have wiped me out from behind, Lauren is miles away, her flippers gliding her through the water like a fish. Bugger it, I retreat under a tree.
I redeemed myself by opting to swim back to the boat with the girls, they snorkel but I just focused on keeping up with them and manage to refrain from panicking until the last minute, thank god it was 12 o'clock and the bar was officially open. By 12.20 we were four rum punches down and had picked up an additional sexy lady to join our crew.
After a delicious lunch (hands down to the Jonalisa chef) we get back to the golden sand. The men serve us cold beers and the next thing you know I have been asleep for the one and half hours of beach time and people are starting to make their way back to the boat. My butt is red as a tomato and I am devastated that I have missed out on beach fun. I run for the water to practice floating, telling the guides that I will take the last tender at the very last minute possible. Usually I can't float, it's my feet that constantly sink me. This time I have got it down to a T, could be the rum punch, but I am floating like one giant, happy, relaxed bubble...who needs snorkeling?
I redeemed myself by opting to swim back to the boat with the girls, they snorkel but I just focused on keeping up with them and manage to refrain from panicking until the last minute, thank god it was 12 o'clock and the bar was officially open. By 12.20 we were four rum punches down and had picked up an additional sexy lady to join our crew.
After a delicious lunch (hands down to the Jonalisa chef) we get back to the golden sand. The men serve us cold beers and the next thing you know I have been asleep for the one and half hours of beach time and people are starting to make their way back to the boat. My butt is red as a tomato and I am devastated that I have missed out on beach fun. I run for the water to practice floating, telling the guides that I will take the last tender at the very last minute possible. Usually I can't float, it's my feet that constantly sink me. This time I have got it down to a T, could be the rum punch, but I am floating like one giant, happy, relaxed bubble...who needs snorkeling?