On Bonaire I could see those boulders even before landfall. Very sharp limestone rocks laying all around the place, but mainly in the northern part of this island. Scattered goats criss-crossing the thorny bushes full of the tall cactus trees, including the big and, apparently, tasty iguanas (just like snails or frogs, initially eaten because of the lack of other food). I fancied trying the "beast soup" but I didn't get an opportunity. And at the same time I think I'd feel sorry for eating such an adorable creature.
Within 1 km to the west, south west from the island lays another one, called Klein Bonaire. This is one of the main diving sites in the area. Taras and I took a dinghy and crossed over to snorkel there. What a magnificent underwater ecosystem, heaving with colours and life, many kinds of rainbow-like fish playing and painting this coral world alive. My jaw dropped open and salty water poured into my mouth just to remind me to keep my lips tight around the mouth piece. Beautiful!
I drunk my first cup of tea at the local "Coffee Shop" where, officially, they sell legal beverage and tasty cakes. One gets high only by imagining a joint (cannabis containing cigarette) and smoking this piece of imagination. Real high indeed! So high that my friends were unable to locate me from their not so very high seats.
One of the highlights was an invitation for a dinner and sleep-over by Dutch couple. Nature-therapist + data analyst were their occupations, which leaded to some pleasant conversations over the tasty meal they prepared for us. Another invitation I got from a guy called Gilbert who worked at the fanciest restaurant/bar on the island, place where we were taken to dine by Captain Steve and John on the night of our landfall on Bonaire. Gilbert and his girlfreind Tatiana(remember I it right) are an adventure-searching couple who are open to share their experience with others and always ready to enjoy it all. And more...
The rest of the nights I slept in a billion star hotel right next to the beach, facing the vicious and blood-thirsty mosquitoes. Everyday day I swam 2-3 times to cool a hot day off my skin. And every other day I travelled inside the island to scrape the skin surplus on my fingers off on the sharp rocks by, what else if not, climbing!
Not so many boats at the Kralendijk convinced me to fly over to Curacao, where I hoped to find more opportunities.
Within 1 km to the west, south west from the island lays another one, called Klein Bonaire. This is one of the main diving sites in the area. Taras and I took a dinghy and crossed over to snorkel there. What a magnificent underwater ecosystem, heaving with colours and life, many kinds of rainbow-like fish playing and painting this coral world alive. My jaw dropped open and salty water poured into my mouth just to remind me to keep my lips tight around the mouth piece. Beautiful!
One of the highlights was an invitation for a dinner and sleep-over by Dutch couple. Nature-therapist + data analyst were their occupations, which leaded to some pleasant conversations over the tasty meal they prepared for us. Another invitation I got from a guy called Gilbert who worked at the fanciest restaurant/bar on the island, place where we were taken to dine by Captain Steve and John on the night of our landfall on Bonaire. Gilbert and his girlfreind Tatiana(remember I it right) are an adventure-searching couple who are open to share their experience with others and always ready to enjoy it all. And more...
The rest of the nights I slept in a billion star hotel right next to the beach, facing the vicious and blood-thirsty mosquitoes. Everyday day I swam 2-3 times to cool a hot day off my skin. And every other day I travelled inside the island to scrape the skin surplus on my fingers off on the sharp rocks by, what else if not, climbing!
Not so many boats at the Kralendijk convinced me to fly over to Curacao, where I hoped to find more opportunities.
