Still part of the nation of Grenada, this is the largest Grenadine, the chain of islands that spreads north from here up to St Vincent. We had thought about getting a driver to take us on a tour, but after the long and bumpy ride we neither of us particularly fancy 2.5hrs in a car/van. So, we politely decline all the offers from the waiting cab drivers; they're fine with this, but would like us to take their business cards and call them anyway.
We're hungry and thirsty, so fuck it, we'll go to Kayak Kafe just up the way. It's visible in that last photo above, and this is the view from our table.
An old Englishwoman greets, seats, and serves us. She's admonishing us for only daytripping, and delivering us the wrong flavour juice drink to what we ordered. No matter. For food Helen goes for a chicken roti, and I finally get to try some lion fish.
Continuing on the street away from the centre, we're searching for a bit of seclusion because Helen's desperate for a nice long vape. A derelict building on the edge of town totally catches my eye.
Now there's just a handful of buildings more spread out on one side, and bushland on the right between the road and the beach. There's a way to the sand at one spot, so we go and enjoy the kinda bleak seclusion.
It's not secluded for a huge amount of time because that other couple turn up again, damn it. But we were on our way out anyway, especially as it's starting to rain. It's not a pleasant, cold, respite rain but nasty warm rain. Yuck. It carries on all the way back into town. By now it's about an hour until the boat is due back, and despite having seen not much we're still glad we didn't bother with a driver and a lightning tour.
Next to the jetty we go into another hut for a beer and some water. I'm a little nervous, not panicky but definitely nervous. This shitty weather surely has the ability to turn a bumpy journey into a properly rough one. And while I coped, even staring at my phone, on the way here, I wasn't so confident I'd keep things down on the way back. Still, it is what it is.
A load of schoolkids are hanging around at the far end of the jetty. A few dinghies ferry people back to the Mandalay, and the large cargo ship ups anchor and buggers off.
There's no sign of our Osprey boat, which we'd expected to be there like 45 or so minutes before the 3.30pm scheduled departure. Always on time, right? But there's a cat to keep us company for a bit.