With George Town proper a solid 45-minute drive, I rented a car once to make a grocery run into town. At $80 a day, that’s not something I could do frequently. I also had to take a taxi one day to the closet convenience store to supplement my previous grocery run. I also got to spend several days recuperating from food poisoning from one of the local restaurants I visited with my trusty rental car. Not fun. All in all, there are truly worse ways to spend a month!
A couple of highlights – I attended Easter service at a local Anglican church. One of the parishioners was kind enough to drive me to the church and back to the marina which was just a couple of miles away. I was the only white girl there and didn’t mind a bit being stared at as I fully participated in their wonderful service! I’ve attended Anglican services in the States for several years now so it was most interesting getting to use the CPWI (Caribbean) version of the Book of Common Prayer.
Another treat was being invited to ride on a friend of a friend’s yacht down to Elizabeth Harbor in George Town to watch the annual Family Regatta! I haven’t been on a large motor vessel since our wedding, I think. This lovely couple knocked on my boat after learning from some Florida friends that I was there in the marina and graciously let me spend the night with them at anchor on their 70-foot boat. Most of the action at regatta was at the opposite end of the harbor, but the day I was there, a turn buoy for the race was dropped really close to where we were anchored. Talk about a front row seat! The nice young lady that took me to church was able to drive me back to the marina the next day after my friends took me into town in their tender. They were such delightful hosts and spoiled me rotten while I was there. Once Perry got back in town, we were both able to go into George Town and stay with them at anchor for a night in the harbor.