|hanging around the town square|
|Hiking up Quill|
|Half way up, checkin to make sure the boat is still at anchor|
|Tom & Meg hanging into the crater|
The town itself is so cute that I just kept wanting to buy up these little cottages and move everyone here. The streets were mostly stone, with stone buildings and small shops.
|Hi End shopping- all brands- even Nike|
|Inside Cool Corner Bar|
|Ocean wings in her sites|
From the anchorage there is a sandy beach out front with the remnants of long forgotten stone foundations swept away in hurricanes and ravaged by the sinking sands of time.
So, the town was relocated to the top of the cliff and overlooks this beach way below.
|nature claiming the ruins|
|Ocean Wings at Anchor|
|1803 stone on Old Slave Rd|
The old slave road, entirely of stone, winds all the way up from the beach to the town above.
|Old Slave Rd|
To control the erosion on the cliff there is a stone terraced wall of water ducts from top to bottom, reminiscent of the pyramid walls and extremely impressive even by modern standards.
A huge Mango tree graces the Forts courtyard and as they were just turning blush pink, we made Tom, who is the tallest, jump for our first wild tropical fruit and we filled our backpacks. .....Someone, please send mango recipes, quick!.........
While wandering from one end of town to the other in search of a post office to mail postcards. (We eventually found it, we were told to go between the Police Station and the Utility company, thru the rusty iron gate, across the field, up the alley and there it is. How could we have missed it?) We stumbled on a small shop, where the elderly owner beckoned us to come in out of the sun.
Now that's Eustatian friendly!
It turns out that today is "Aruba" day, the Eustatians are celebrating anything Aruba with street vendors, BBQ, a stage and rocking music. Time to dance a little.
We were warned, but were disbelieving, we were sure we had found a great anchorage, good mooring balls, pure, clean sand and a great view. That was until our third night. The wind shifted and so did we, sleeping sideways on the bed. The boat rocked and rocked and rocked and rocked, violently side to side, ...All night Long... The cupboard doors banged, the dishes rattled and pushed on the doors, anything loose fell on the floor, halyards slapped, the dinghy squeaked as it swayed side to side on its davits and you could hear the water gurgling in the through hulls.
It was a nasty, no sleep night. Sleeping sideways, one minute your feet were high, the next your head, and even that was preferred to rocking sideways nonstop bracing your feet against walls, each other or pillows to keep from rolling right off the bed!
Time to leave the perfect little oasis of St. Eustatia.