Sunday Snorkelling

Sunday 10 Jan 2016

Tobago - Castara

It's Sunday, a day of rest I believe. Maybe resting is the thing to do, especially on holiday. Some might say that as I am retired, every day is a holiday. Food for thought.

We sat and watched the day get itself started, enjoying the relative coolness of the morning. We filled a bird feeder up with bits from breakfast, banana, pineapple and apple and watched as the feeding frenzy commenced. Inches from my head we had Palm Tanagers, Blue Gray Tanagers, Bananaquits, Spectacled Thrush, Mot Mot and a large pigeon all vying for the same place to feed. Very entertaining. We also refilled the bat-feeder just in case any hummingbird should grace us with its presence.

A family of Chachalapas, sort of pheasant sized bird, flew into one of the banana trees in the garden and started feeding at around the time I went to collect our freshly-baked pumpkin loaf that we had ordered from Hazel at the fruit stand. The bread was almost too hot to carry home, oh, and it was delicious!

After a sharp tropical shower we headed down to Little Bay and went snorkelling. The sea was calmer today so we were both able to look at the underwater life. The highlight for me were the two huge rays that I found lying on the sand. Nose to tail, they were about two metres long. They are a magnificent sight.

Later after a bit if lounging around, we went to Alibabas beach cafe and got some drinks, we also ordered homemade pizza. The food took quite a long time to turn up and were a bit doughy.

The walk back up the hill was made harder with a large amount of pizza dough weighing down our stomachs!

Since then, well we've done Sunday things! In other words nothing apart from read, crush some candy and swear loudly at the online scrabble.

The bats have been and emptied the feeder in three hours. Just a thought, there are, apparently, 66 species of bats on Tobago one of which is the Vampire Bat. I'm slightly concerned about meeting a grey lugubrious gentleman wearing a black satin cape one night in the village. Mind you, he might be  sporting dreadlocks and offering rum punch here!