The Turks-Caicos Club Med
An
Island Resort in the Bahamas
Was it beautiful? You can damn well bet it
was. White sand beaches, warm clear water, beautiful weather (although a tad
hot for ol’ perspire-when-typing-the-word-hot Dave here) and the people were
good too.
Sunsets were something to behold. The pic here
was a bit early, but they were just beautiful. I spent most nights on the beach
with a Corona just gawking. (Played a lot of water volleyball in the pool there
also.)
Every night, the club’s staff put on shows. A
few were pretty chancy, but many of them were simply spectacular (including the
Circus show with trapeze acts, juggling, and Circque du Soleil style events),
and some hysterical music numbers.
This crack in the ground here is the opening
to a whole series of caves that the natives (pre-Chris Columbus) used to live
in. They are cool all the time, had fresh water, and housed a whole village.
It’s hard to see, but many of the walls had
actually been crafted. There were a lot of treacherous drops and limestone
pools also. Pretty cool all around though.
But this was the stuff I came for. Look at
that view! Beautiful. I mean…this picture can’t really show it. It was just
amazing. At the foot of this cliff, there was a hidden, secluded beach that you
could only get to through a crack in the cliff with hand-hewn stairs. Had crab
and beer at the foot and then went snorkeling.
Look! Caribbean Cats! Okay, okay…iguanas. They’re
a protected species here on this island…in fact, they have an entire island to
themselves. These little suckers can actually swim through the ocean from
island to island and migrated out here after being decimated by islanders in
the past hundred years or so elsewhere.
On the way back from the caves, we pulled out
to the barrier reef and snorkeled around this hulk of a tanker that wrecked on
the reef back in the ‘80s. It’s hard to tell from this picture, but it’s a big
rusty tub. Very cool since I had never been near a real shipwreck before.
Sun? Bright? You’re kidding. Doesn’t look
bright to me. In fact…I can’t see a bloody thing.
Oh wait. That’s not the sun…that’s the glare
off my Mighty Whitey skin. Doh.
(I really did get a tan later on in the vacation…look closely at the cliff
picture above. Really. Honest. ;)