A Grand Turk-y (Part 5)

Our last port of call was the island of Grand Turk. Straight away, this port may just have been the most beautiful of all. A picture-perfect island in the Caribbean set against the backdrop of the most beautiful blue waters on earth. Does Janelle want to move here too?





Our tour today was glass-bottom kayaking with a side of eco adventure – whatever that means. We boarded the little shanty bus and tumbled our way through the town and over to the far side of the island.


The island was littered with donkeys.







Our bus was filled with irritating Americans who thought that everyone else wanted to hear everything they said, so they hollered it loud and proud. Sitting in the very back of the bus didn’t exempt us from their discussions, apparently.




Kayaking in the presence of a bunch of newb’s is always a frustrating experience simply because they don’t get how turning works (neither does Marty always, mind you) so they just crash into you and then stare and jab their paddle against your boat to steer themselves away. I’m no pro but, you know, learn some geometry (and manners) people! UGH.


Our eco adventuring brought us to the very coast and we could see the waves coming in. Also, from there you could see a shipwreck sticking out of the water. Gave me the chills!





Even the port area was pretty amazing, as far as port areas go in the Caribbean. They had the whole jewelry/tshirt/booze shop thing down to a T.




John Glenn looks to be kind of a big thing on the island because in 1962 his Mercury 7 spacecraft landed in the vicinity of the island. I like astronaut things.




I’m not a beach person, but even I can recognize that as far as beaches go, this one is pretty dynamite.





That night we ate, once again, in the dining room. These days are coming to a close, and we would not want to miss the singing and dancing stylings of Pras and that guy who always dances with the beer bottle on his head.




And here we are again! I could make a coffee table book.







As this night was the final formal night, the parentals decided it would be nice to do a family photo on one of the many cheesy backgrounds stationed around the ship. Coming right up!


Oh look! There we are, just standing outside, on the deck of our cruise ship (on the edge of Glory), everything around us perfectly illuminated by the perfectly spherical moon. I’m flying, Jack!

Well, our last full day on board is tomorrow and we’ll eat enough to get our money’s worth for two cruises. Six meals in one day? I think so! Isn’t it riveting?