Bequia can be a hard place to leave. There’s always something going on to keep you one more day. So, fully intending to go back to the Tobago Cays and stay roughly forever, we instead succumbed to outdoor fun for a couple of days. Apparently it is tradition that there is a “race” along the waterfront on the day after New Years, so we pumped up some floaties and joined up. We did not win any of the award-crowns (first, last, most exciting dismount), but we had a good time anyway.
The next day, we went hiking up to Peggy’s Rock. The trail starts at an unassuming driveway, and climbs to a nice view down over the harbor on one side and the airport on the other. Somehow, despite seeing almost nobody on the trail, we reached the peak at the same time as a bunch of other people, so we had a crowd at the summit.
By the time we got back to the trailhead we were hungry, of course, so we walked almost as far again to the Good Mood Cafe to check out that full English Breakfast we’d seen on the sign. It was traditionally Brittish, in that it looked appetizing but didn’t actually taste that great; just because you can cure your own bacon and sausage doesn’t always mean you should.
Oh, and Captain helped us put our laundry away.
And we did some shopping, and replaced some fraying wire on our davits. I also have to note some of the ridiculous health tonic names on sale here.
But eventually we found a nice window to head south, so we had a nice last breakfast at Keegan’s (best eggs benedict on the island) and got ready to go. That’s definitely what we’re doing in the picture.
As I mentioned in my last post, on New Years, this was the beginning of the end of the COVID-free era for St Vincent. We would return nearly a month later to find a much more subdued Bequia.