A Travellerspoint blog

Anguilla, Part 2: Newbies by the Numbers

By this time we were roughly halfway through our trip, and already we had mashed de place up; mounted a floating, pee-filled duck; eaten half of a stranger's dinner; endured bug bites, sun rashes, and melted faces; and consumed enough rum punch to forget all about the bug bites, sun rashes, and melted faces.

aa403830-1621-11ec-885e-bd031ab98745.jpg

So it seemed like a good time to take our lives into our own hands.

3c381d20-a23c-11eb-99ad-01821c56585e.jpg

Our friend Rob Willsher, he of the tireless will to find my missing ring, runs the island's best dive shop, Vigilant Divers, and, in a moment of gratitude for everything he'd done for us, I temporarily lost my mind and inexplicably agreed to give scuba diving a try.

3bd4c770-a23c-11eb-9eb0-39c1a9b31403.jpg

3c7a0820-a23c-11eb-99ad-01821c56585e.jpg

3c7a0820-a23c-11eb-af3a-1bf09e94ca2f.jpg

large_3c534640-a23c-11eb-889f-35d398a3c723.jpg

We were literally that "How It Started / How It's Going" meme.

3bfd8520-a23c-11eb-aac1-cbfc7242d40c.jpg3bee69f0-a23c-11eb-a832-67dd7e9f07fc.jpg

Angel did really well, but I was a disaster. First there was the fact that I literally could not stand upright, since the gear weighs 50 lbs. . . . and I weigh 100 lbs. Second was the fact that my thin-skinned body is basically a collection of dowel rods wrapped in tissue paper.

3bf23a80-a23c-11eb-99ad-01821c56585e.jpg

3c77e540-a23c-11eb-9376-9bc40cab35cb.jpg

The worst part, though, was that as Angel and I were thrashing about in the water fighting for our lives, Trina and Scott were enjoying a serene, leisurely brunch at Straw Hat.

large_3c137e20-a23c-11eb-889f-35d398a3c723.jpg

3ca5fa20-a23c-11eb-bf89-614122fff926.jpg

One of them even had the audacity to order a hot dog while I gasped for my last dying breaths. Next thing you know they'll be scarfing down FBI cheeseburgers at my funeral.

3c47ad80-a23c-11eb-9731-27f280291d20.jpg

It is a testament to Rob's patience and professionalism that he still agreed to have lunch with us at Straw Hat after we essentially spent the morning sucking up two tanks full of oxygen in order to dunk our heads under water and then wail, "Save yourself! Go on without me!"

153c6ed0-a244-11eb-a46d-e37ae29536d0.jpg

15038480-a244-11eb-a46d-e37ae29536d0.jpg

We were joined by Trina and Scott (who apparently never left after breakfast), Rob's wife Julie, and Straw Hat owner Anne Parles.

14b898d0-a244-11eb-9b33-f19a51d750fb.jpg

154855b0-a244-11eb-8ce8-979f30411d15.jpg

large_15476b50-a244-11eb-a5f0-c73fda955f3c.jpg

15155ed0-a244-11eb-9b33-f19a51d750fb.jpg

large_16a79790-a244-11eb-a697-71950f23fb8f.jpg

Rob may look like a tough guy, but he dines like the British royalty that he practically is, lunching on an elegant chicken salad and a crisp, grassy Sauvignon Blanc.

14e54e20-a244-11eb-aeeb-4f4e6f207f15.jpg

14c235c0-a244-11eb-a46d-e37ae29536d0.jpg

large_14a86c30-a244-11eb-9c45-31ff60514f89.jpg

Rob regaled us with stories of his road-trip adventures in America -- all of which involved him sparring with the likes of Maury Povich and ended with us in tears of laughter -- and, as the Sauvignon Blanc flowed freely, we decided to create two new British greetings in his honor ("Beef kippers to you!" and "Great candied pears!").

large_158c8aa0-a244-11eb-a697-71950f23fb8f.jpg

That evening was a Wednesday, which could only mean one thing: Wing Night at FBI.

a47bdeb0-f4c8-11eb-8d5b-b17b58078e59.jpg

2bc9f3b0-1621-11ec-885e-bd031ab98745.jpg

aa05c740-1621-11ec-885e-bd031ab98745.jpg

aaf04e50-1621-11ec-a69c-f94ce07b53d7.jpg

large_a5086740-f4c8-11eb-8483-83d03355bb70.jpg

aa804e70-1621-11ec-885e-bd031ab98745.jpg

a9b30390-f4c8-11eb-a9dd-f18a55eb94f5.jpg

What appeared to be a new waitress in an AXA Brewery tank flitted from table to table, occasionally popping in behind the bar as well. When she stopped by to check on our table, we got to chatting and, after another round of rum punch, the talk inexplicably turned to which one us had the funniest baby pictures. I thought it was me (I had front teeth the size of tombstones that you could park a truck between); Trina thought it was her (she looked exactly like a Cabbage Patch kid until she was well into high school); and Amy? Well . . . Amy won.

a55db330-f4c8-11eb-8483-83d03355bb70.jpg

a4dfd0a0-f4c8-11eb-a0b9-b377b7c2728a.jpg

At least she turned out gorgeous. Trina and I are still waiting.

a4c4ce90-f4c8-11eb-8d5b-b17b58078e59.jpg

Later Amy mentioned that she'd just gotten a new puppy to keep her existing dogs company, and did we want to come by and see him since she lived just up the hill? I certainly wasn't risking a walk in the dark -- I'm clumsy enough in the daytime and without any rum punch -- but Trina was all in, and although I'd normally be loathe to let her set off in the dark in a foreign country with a complete stranger (to see a puppy, no less -- the oldest trick in the book!), I figured it would be fine since Amy worked at FBI and Scott was going along, too. And so they set off into the Anguillian night.

a5398960-f4c8-11eb-a9dd-f18a55eb94f5.jpg

Later, when Marjorie asked where they'd gone, I explained that they'd gone up to her new employee's house to see some dogs.

"You mean that blonde girl I saw earlier?" she asked. "She doesn't work here."

Oh.

Luckily Trina is too small to make a skin suit out of anyway, and so her and Scott returned to FBI safe and sound and covered in puppy saliva.

a5dbe3e0-f4c8-11eb-8483-83d03355bb70.jpg

The next day we decided to head over to Zemi Beach House for lunch, to show Trina and Scott how the other half (and shameless interlopers) live.

317da740-0378-11ec-861f-790421aedc14.jpg

large_2fcbffa0-0378-11ec-861f-790421aedc14.jpg

3143d290-0378-11ec-85e4-6dc525b56925.jpg

large_a47e98a0-0380-11ec-8efa-6986e797f9e9.jpg

large_307cd910-0378-11ec-8bfb-51c245a572f0.jpg

large_6f0581f0-037d-11ec-86ca-d9a8255c8ad6.jpg

large_3525a0a0-0378-11ec-85e4-6dc525b56925.jpg

We enjoyed a delicous lunch of fish tacos, watermelon and feta salad, tomato gazpacho, and more.

319993b0-0378-11ec-85e4-6dc525b56925.jpg

30f898c0-0378-11ec-85e4-6dc525b56925.jpg

large_30e49b90-0378-11ec-9570-23e25903bc9a.jpg

30bfae70-0378-11ec-aeed-6d798a572bfb.jpg

30ab3c10-0378-11ec-861f-790421aedc14.jpg

3092ab00-0378-11ec-9570-23e25903bc9a.jpg

large_307e86c0-0378-11ec-a33f-b347db4b7403.jpg

After lunch we headed to the upper-level pool for a swim.

large_1c228300-037a-11ec-97f1-cdc0f27e4ec5.jpg

large_6e414790-037d-11ec-9770-53563abc3394.jpg

1a812f10-037a-11ec-97f1-cdc0f27e4ec5.jpg

1a9664c0-037a-11ec-85b4-c7723adf5d03.jpg

a48d8cc0-0380-11ec-bf64-31d3ad10ce97.jpg

6e349d60-037d-11ec-8b10-21833054b809.jpg

1a4c1550-037a-11ec-861f-790421aedc14.jpg

19b0bfb0-037a-11ec-861f-790421aedc14.jpg

large_1af351d0-037a-11ec-97f1-cdc0f27e4ec5.jpg

large_6e977de0-037d-11ec-b49d-c3a85904dbb6.jpg

6e53be20-037d-11ec-9e4a-7d06a4b1fa4a.jpg

1b4cbc70-037a-11ec-85b4-c7723adf5d03.jpg

1baeb290-037a-11ec-97f1-cdc0f27e4ec5.jpg

large_6e80c190-037d-11ec-9770-53563abc3394.jpg

1bedde70-037a-11ec-97f1-cdc0f27e4ec5.jpg

30285070-0378-11ec-861f-790421aedc14.jpg

large_316452e0-0378-11ec-9570-23e25903bc9a.jpg

a674d440-0389-11ec-abdb-a53a532ffebd.jpg

large_6e5062c0-037d-11ec-ba5a-510e3c62ea5c.jpg

large_6ec17410-037d-11ec-b0bc-b1c6fd76ce52.jpg

Not a bad day for a bunch of interlopers.
-------------------------
There's still one more part!! Click here to subscribe and you'll be the first to know if we mount any more large, seafaring blow-up animals.

Posted by TraceyG 17:37 Archived in Anguilla Tagged vigilant_divers

Email this entryFacebookStumbleUpon

Table of contents

Comments

Another amazing review 😎😎😎 I want to be you!

by Rhonda

Hmmm! Scuba diving or lunch at Straw Hat - in true Tracey style you managed both. Beef kippers to that!! I was never that smitten with Zemi but it looks amazing in your pics. Eagerly anticipating part 3.

by Jan Clydesdale

Another fun read. That watermelon and feta salad looked really good. Your pictures are terrific.
Well done, thanks Tracey.

by Ellen

Always love reading about your travel adventures. Thank you for sharing.

by Marge Goochey

Comment with:

Comments left using a name and email address are moderated by the blog owner before showing.

Required
Not published. Required
Leave this field empty

Characters remaining: