Tuesday 15th November – Friday 18th November
It’s hard to be homesick when you wake up to a Caribbean sunrise, or in Cairo’s case, well before! Cairo has not adjusted to Barbados time, 4 hours back, so wakes at 5am full of life. In fact this provided us with some amazing opportunities on our first morning.
Cairo and Momen and I walked down to the beach and on our way there saw parrots and monkeys as well as discovering all the amazing fruits and flowers in the gardens here. Coconut palms on the beach and gentle surf hitting the white sand… it was a Caribbean idyll.
The really amazing part of our day happened as we finished our extortionate breakfast (Barbados is not a cheap place). Cairo and Delilah came running saying: “Mum we have found a turtle!” Mummy thought they must be imagining things as it seemed too good to be true but I was soon proven wrong. As I was dragged away from conversation with the delightful waitress I discovered that they had indeed found a baby, freshly hatched, turtle under the wooden bar decking. Cairo managed to get him out and before I knew it Aly was leading “Operation Turtle” marching towards the shore. We put him down on the sand a little way back from the sea and he very hesitantly started to heave towards the lapping waves. It was much slower than I had expected, a turtle’s pace, but once the first lapping wave reached his little flippers off he went with great gusto in the knowledge that this time he would not end up under a pub! He sped off. After a couple of pretty rough surfs back to shore he was through the waves and off to face the many predators, propellers and other turtle munching dangers in the oceans. Let’s hope he will survive, luck was on his side that morning!
The reason the turtles get lost is the light pollution. The many lights from hotels and homes on the shore confuses them and redirects them away from the moonlit seas. Considering the super moon had been out that night it seems the poor blighters really do have the odds stacked against them. The fact that they hatch at all on these busy beaches with thousands of sun lotioned back sides sitting on them all day is incredible.
Whilst walking around the local area of Dover beach / St Lawrence we came across the most real Rastafarian I have ever met, with his hair as long as the ground! We drank coconut water directly from coconuts being sold by a guy with three teeth who had just shimmied up the tree to fill his wheelbarrow with them. Incredibly refreshing and reputedly great for lowering blood pressure. Nothing better for the hot and bothered child than a fresh coconut …. if you can persuade the hot and bothered child to drink the coconut water – two out of three were persuaded; middle child insisted on ice cream!
The kids love the heat, pool, sea, exciting bugs, exotic caterpillars the length and thickness of a cigar, millipedes, land crabs, gorgeous bird life and the delightful Bajains. Mummy and Daddy both got very sunburnt without realising, the kids seem to be invincible.
Aly managed some great shots of monkeys in the gardens, a family of five. He also found a hummingbird this morning. We are keen to stay longer but after three nights here we are off to our next destination to find ourselves the Rascals’ mothership!