We began the day as our ship ever-slow-slowly moored along the dock at the long pier in Casties Harbor on St. Lucia, a 27-mile by 14-mile island in the Lesser Antilles that was settled in 1605 by the English, who came looking for treasure. Then the French tried their luck during the 1700s with sugar cane. And finally, the Brits returned in the 1800s and made the island a part of the British Commonwealth, which it remains to this day.
By now, we had established our morning routine. Inna got up at six and went to the gym to workout as the sun came up. At seven we were off for breakfast at the Reflections buffet on the eleventh deck aft. Every morning we were greeted at the entrance by this tiny black lady with a soprano voice who sang "Woop! Woop!" and welcomed us to the dawn of a new day. She always brought a smile to our faces.
I lived on pineapple, watermelon, bacon and sausage. Inna went for a more rounded breakfast, including a made-to-order omelette. Every morning, we would dine outside on the fantail overlooking whatever the harbor-of-the-day happened to be and bask in the morning glow of another foreign land.
At 8:30 we exited the ship and Peter and Esther were waiting for us at the end of the dock with big smiles.
"We have a great tour lined up," exclaimed Peter. "It's a six hour boat ride for $65. We'll motor down the coast to check out some fishing villages, stop at Soufriere where we will get in a van and drive up into the mountains and visit an active volcano and a waterfall in a rainforest, then come back to the boat and head over to the Pitons and a bat cave. On the way back we'll stop at a private nature reserve and go snorkling on a coral reef, and then end our trip with a stop at Marigot Bay before returning back to the ship. Oh, and there will be rum drinks too."
We walked into the bustling town of Castries while our captain and crew found more clients and readied the boat. We noticed several things right away that were different than Grenada. There were four tour boats docked in the busy harbor and the town was more upscale and clean. The tour operators in their bright shirts were much more low key. Sidewalks and chickens lined the winding street that led us toward the bright town. But it was still dirt poor. We only had about thirty minutes to play with, so we walked to a gas station by the harbor bridge and picked up some bottled water. The gas pumps were running non-stop as St. Lucians filled their cars, trucks, and motor scooters. One guy even pushed a huge hand cart to the pumps and filled large blue plastic containers with fuel. Gas was $3.50 a gallon when we left the States. It was about $6 in the Caribbean.
Upon our return, the steel drum band was cranking out the tunes and we were herded to the boat by a charming young lady named Ariel, in a tie-dye shirt. There would be 12 of us on the trip and we were riding in a sleek, white, thirty foot power boat sporting three Merc 150's. It was like a rocket.
Captain Titus introduced himself and his able crew which included two young deck hands named Aaron and David, along with his perky girlfriend Ariel.
The weather was sunny and hot, but rain clouds drifted across the mountains in the distance like swirling lace. As we left the lovely harbor a large plane suddenly landed right in front of us and seemed to be swallowed by the jungle.
Down the coast we went, past an idyllic Sandals Resort, the tropical fishing villages of Anse La Raye and Canaries where yellow, blue and red houses spread like jelly across the lush walls of glistening basalt that rose from the ocean.
We watched five fishermen pulling their nets into a brightly-colored skiff and marveled at the insanely blue color of the water. It looked like it had been photo-shopped. We were at the northern edge of the Caribbean Sea. From St. Lucia north, we would be sailing through the darker blue waters of the southern Atlantic Ocean.
At Soufriere, we left the boat and were greeted by Ricardo, who drove us in a large van through the narrow, bustling streets of the island’s southern hub and then up into the mountains. Wildly-colored houses clung to the hillsides like pieces of fruit on a tree. The roads were not for the faint of heart and people drove like they were just kind of paying attention.
We soon came to one of the world's only drive-in volcanos - St. Lucia Volcano.
We parked at the edge of this yellow cauldron of steaming sulfur that looked like something science fiction and our tour guide led us along a stone step trail engulfed by rich jungle vegetation that clung to the edges of the smoky volcano. The place reeked of sulfur and when a light rain began falling, the whole volcano became shrouded in misty delight. On a bluff near the volcano's edge, vendors sold necklaces and spices.
Our next stop was Diamond Waterfall. The parking lot was filled with other tours and people speaking every language on earth were scampering around the boardwalk to the falls. The falls were nothing special and the swimming hole at the base of the falls was tiny and muddy. The water was frigid. Winding cinder trails led us into the rainforest adorned with blooming jungle flowers and trees that seemed to hang in the air like gem stones.
We were back on the boat by noon and Titus broke out what ended up being an endless supply of rum drinks. Things got a bit fuzzy after that. Calypso music blasted from the cockpit sound system as we headed over for a closer glimpse of the Pitons, a World Heritage Site, featuring two towering, jungle-covered volcanic plugs - Gros Piton at 2,530 feet and Petit Piton, standing over 2,300 feet high.
We were now at the southern end of St. Lucia and it was time to head back north to Castries. We approached a narrow cleft in the volcanic coastal wall and Captain Titus pointed ahead to the Bat Cave which was teeming with big bats doing a creepy-crawly dance over one another. Several other tour boats vied for the best view at the same time.
"St. Lucia is a female island," said our Captain, pointing to the twin pitons and then back at the rock slit.
Our next stop was Anse Chastanet, a snazzy Eco-resort complete with 600 acres of white sand beaches, a dive shop, tropical dining cabana and seaside bar, art gallery and fancy grass-roofed shops that looked vaguely Polynesian. They filmed a season of "The Bachelor" at the Aztec-like Jade Mountain resort perched above the beach where sky rooms went for $1,800 a night.
"We'll be here about an hour and a half. Enjoy yourselves and be safe," said Captain Titus as he dropped us at a slippery rock dock on the south end of the beach.
Inna explored the various out buildings while I grabbed my swimming goggles and headed for the reef. As soon as I hit the water and looked down, I was surrounded by a zillion different tropical fish - neon blues and all sorts of crazy-ass fish darting amongst the sea urchins and bright coral. The current was a bit tricky and I had to steer clear of the sharp rock walls while trying to avoid being pulled out to sea, but I had a ball swimming through schools of small, dazzle fishies.
Our time at Anse Chastenet, was way too short, but other amazing sights awaited.
A brief rain shower engulfed us as we headed back north and Captain Titus slowed the boat and broke out more rum. The rain was delightful and a welcome relief from the hot sun.
As the sun broke through the clouds we came to Marigot Bay, an Eden-like harbor rimmed with the stoner mansions of the rich and famous. Mick Jagger, George Foreman, and Poprah Winfrey have palatial estates overlooking the bay and ocean from jungle cliffs.
We docked at the Marigot Yacht Club, a funky green building rimmed by an outdoor dining patio. The scene was laid back and then some. We were only here for the bathrooms and a quick look-see.
I felt like getting in the water again, so I walked over to a narrow spit of sandy beach with a good view of the bay.
After a brief swim I was making my way back to the boat when I heard a voice cry, "Did you lose somtin, Mon?" It was one of the local craftsmen who I had stopped to chat with earlier while he was making a banana leaf basket under the palms. He held up my hiking staff and smiled. It must have fallen out of my pack.
I thanked him and ended up buying one of his bright green baskets - much to Inna's chagrin. And then we were back on the boat with "Big Bamboo" blasting from the sound system and several of us doing the rum dance as we made our way back into Castries Harbor where Serenade of the Seas sat moored like Moby Dick, the giant white whale.
Titus said we were the best bunch of tourons he had hosted in a long while and asked us to take a group picture with him before we went on our merry way.
We thanked Peter and Ester for finding the tour of a lifetime and we agreed to meet the next morning when we docked at Antigua.
Back on board, we grabbed a snack at the buffet and then headed for the pool for a few tropical beverages and a refreshing swim atop our heavenly perch overlooking Castries and its white houses on the hills, their orange roofs blazing in the late afternoon light.
We had a great dinner in the dining room as the sun set and we exchanged St. Lucia stories with our dinner team. Everyone had a different tale to tell, even those who decided to just stay on the boat.
After dinner we walked the deck and watched a huge moon rise out of the ocean. We could see the other cruise ships that had been docked in Castries following behind us in ragged formation.
Upon our return to our stateroom that night, our friendly and helpful attendant Sherrie had made a little monkey out of bath towels that swung from a hanger at the foot of our bed. We had to pinch ourselves to make sure we weren't dreaming.
St. Lucia was by far my favorite island on the trip and I hope we can come back one day and stay for a spell.
Sounds like you guys are having a great time! Enjoy.. :-)
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