Grenadines Day 2: From Mustique to the Tobago Cayes

Monday morning we left Mustique for a long sail to the Tobago Cayes, a tiny group of uninhabited islands to the south. If I were in an airplane, looking down on them from above, they'd probably look like this:



But I was in a catamaran, so they looked more like this:



Anyway, on the sail over, the first mate told us that we'd be sailing through some choppy water, and if we like roller coasters, now would be a perfect time to sit on the front of the boat. I wasn't sure what she was talking about until we started heading straight into some really large looking waves. Everyone was in the back, where the galley and all that other nautical stuff was, and looking toward the front of the boat, we could see the entire prow plunge into the waves and rise up about ten feet above the water again and again. This looked exceedingly fun, so Clif (the brother-in-law) and I decided that we'd give it a go. I felt like I was in one of those ridiculous Peppermint Patty commercials or something. Or a rodeo, only instead of cows and mud there was a boat and the Caribbean. Or something. Either way, it was boatloads of fun (pun may or may not be intended, I have not yet decided) and everyone else was too afraid to give it a try. Of course, nobody could take any pictures, cuz our stupid digital camera isn't waterproof.

Well, someone was able to capture my ghostly whiteness after the rockin' boat slowed, and here's what it looked like:



Keep in mind, now, that all of Dawn's and my luggage was lost, save for our toiletries. So we were surviving on the ill-fitting garb of family. And I had to buy new shades. Which looked totally ridiculous, if you ask me. But you didn't so I'll stop making excuses.

Anyway, by the time we dropped anchor, most of us were half in the bag, and it wasn't until after dinner that someone grabbed the camera and started recording the assclownery that ensued. The MIL had brought along an arsenal of elf and santa hats for us to don as we serenaded the other boats around us with off key Christmas Carols. I promised I would NOT sing. But rum has the most curious effect on one's singing capabilities. I think I was channeling Liberace, guessing from this shot that was taken of me playing a quick round of "hide the thumb" with an unsuspecting brother in law:



From what little I remember, a catamaran quite close to ours applauded (I think it was applause) for a while, and then the captain stood on the prow of his boat holding a lit flare aloft, ostensibly in honor of our charming performance. Everything after that is pretty much lost on me due to the one way Rum Boulevard my esophagus had become.

THe next day we spent almost entirely in the Tobago Cayes, exploring and scuba diving. I shall regale you with stories of this misadventure in a mere... few days. Or something. I know, I know, I've been a bit remiss in my tending to this here blog... but ain't it worth it? I mean fo' real. Sheeit. Peace out for now, fellow simians and homonids.