2003-01-26 :: One last outing..
Since it's been so good to us, we decided Sunday to try
Big Sands one last time. It was a good day for snorkeling,
as we saw a few lobsters (hanging out below some coral), a
few needle-nose fish, and a big sea cucumber (kinda nasty
looking). The fish seemed to like us a bit more this time.
Maybe it was just because we (finally) remembered to bring
along some crackers to feed them.
Before everyone showed up
When I was getting out of the water, I met this older guy
from Germany who said he had been coming to Union for ten
(or twenty?) years. He was pretty friendly and told me a bit
about the island from his perspective. He said that Big Sands
used to be even nicer before they built the hotel- the trees
used to grow right up on the edge of the beach, so you could
catch some shade after a swim. He said he was worried about
how developers will probably come and slowly overtake the island.
I guess the one natural defense the island has going for it
(ironically) is squatter's rights. From what I understand, if you
buy a piece of land and there's a local that's been living on the
land for some time, the local has some rights to the land.
Hopefully, the government will stick with this policy and not
let big money push them around..
It was kind of nice hanging out at Big Sands on Sunday because
some of the locals came out to the beach to go swimming. A lot
of kids from Tim and Cambria's part of the neighborhood were
there, so it was nice to feel like we knew some of the folks at
the beach. Tim was a bit of a hero to these guys, as he let them
borrow the football, snorkeling gear, and a float thing we had
brought with us. He also went back into the water to play with the
kids after the rest of us had conked out on the picnic table.
Because you never know when that big wave will come
Aye.. The time has really gone pretty fast down here. After
Big Sands, we spent a bit of the afternoon trying to figure out
how exactly we're going to make our way back home. Our flight
out of Grenada isn't until Wednesday, but the boat schedules from
here to there are a little rigid. Amy and I finally decided to plunk
down the loot and just pay for a flight from Union to Grenada.
It costs more than the boat rides, but we're a bit worn out. Plus,
Tim and Cambria say that the flight off the island is a bit
exciting (or scary, your word choice). After making our reservations,
we settled in for the night. We had the last rum, coke, and lime drinks,
and watched the super bowl on tv (Henri will be happy to know that
every so often, someone would say "Go Bucks!").