Our hike to the east side ocean from Governor's Harbour on Sunday morning was around 1 mile and was well worth the effort!
The Atlantic side was a stunning pink sand beach that went for miles.
The pink appears to be due to lots of finely ground coral and conch shells. It's quite shallow for a long way out and by the time chunks of coral and shells find their way to the beach, there's nothing left of them.
Even the roiled up sand in the waves appears pink.
After walking the beach for a while, we stumbled into a hidden path going up the sand dune & decided to check it out. It led to an old concrete path that was intriguing. We had heard there were some old ruins somewhere in this area so we, of course, had to see for ourselves!
We weren't prepared for what we found. It was what was left of an old Club Med resort, wow!
Carol had fixed us a lunch so what better place for a Sunday picnic than in the shade of these palm trees.
The big pool was nasty but it didn't compare to this small pool. The algae looked to be so thick that you could walk on it.
After lunch, we decided to check out this little office before heading back to the ocean to cool off.
What a sad mess!
Back to the beach to cool of in this lovely water.
Along the way back, we passed this fun tree the locals call mother-in-law tongue tree. They say the seed pods resemble a long, nagging tongue that rattles when they are dry. LOL.
The Rotary Club here appears to be pretty active here. It looks like they are a sponsor of this little school for exceptional kids.
As we neared town, we heard this group playing at the Buccaneer Club where we had dinner the previous night. What better way to cap our lovely Sunday than with a bowl of ice cream for Carol and a Kalik for Jim.
After relaxing for a while listening to Shadow Band, we headed back to Samba.
Right at 6:00, Jim noticed an ominous looking cloud approaching. We had just gotten everything covered when a wall of wind hit us. In 5 minutes, the wind speed went from 6 knots to 30 knots and everyone in the harbor was scrambling. One sailboat's anchor dragged and he ended up bumping on the bottom in shallow water. Another one raised their anchor and relocated.
Fortunately, though we had all of our electronics on and were ready to start the engines, our anchor held. PTL!
Things finally settled back down and the rest of the night was calm and quiet.
Tomorrow, we've decided to move on to a different location. The wind is forecast to be low so we have some nice options.
