unfortunately for me, this morning’s sunrise heralded a bit of rain. Not one to believe the evidence of my eyes, once I was clear of the frolic and detour that was immigration I headed out to walk along the sea path.
Starting at the beginning and
Hiking all the way to the end on the far side of the fort. Did I mention that once you are past the old gate there are no turn-offs? How about a complete lack of shelter unless you are the size of one of the multitudes of feral cats whom seem to have fared just fine inspite of hurricanes ? I thought not.
It rained. Skies opened up. I got more than a bit wet.
Umbrella? Didn’t bring one on the trip Rain Jacket? Back in the cabin.
Anyway,
Slippery paving stoned streets aside
I managed to wind my way through the old town and back toward the ship.
Given the demonstrated lack of ability to facilitate an orderly and timely boarding of passengers it didn’t surprise me in the least to be in line for 40 minutes to get back on the ship. One gangway for both disembarking and returning passengers. Not a small ship. Wet, metal inclined surface.
It wasn’t pretty.
At least I was completely dried out.
