So, we set off on the ferry. It took forever to get tickets. But we can’t really complain because they were only $2 a person, and Mirah was free. The problem was that if you are a resident PR you get preference, because the ferry is really meant for them.
We spoke to a women in line who live on St Thomas Island, and she said it is harder to Island jump than you would think. She can see Vieques from home, but to get there is 100+ dollars and only by plane. She was taking this trip just because she happened to have a reason to be in PR.
We waiting in line to get on the boat. Karl ran and grabbed us some food:
Pinchos. What turned out to be Karl’s favorite PR food. Chicken or Pork on a stick served with garlic bread. It was couple bucks a serving. The meat was tasty and covered in sweet BBQ sauce. Karl LOVED them. For the rest of the trip Karl would stop and get them any time he saw them.
The boat was two levels, with an open upper deck. We sat up top, to take advantage of the beautiful Caribbean ocean air.
She loved it. And her keys.
As we got off the boat, a sign caught our eye:
This totally white lady with a west coast accent was making fresh frute smoothies.
My was Mango. It was a little fibery, but the flavor was there, even if the texture wasn’t quite right.
We thought we might walk to find a beach, but decided in the end to take a cab, and it was a good thing too.
We took the old military road to Red Beach. This all used to be cleared land, but they have just let the jungle over grow all signs of the navy. Wild horses, and owned horses a like roam the island. Our cab driver said it was common for young men on the island to try and ride the wild horses if you could catch one. (Owned horses are branded on their chests so you can tell the difference.) He said he had tried to catch one with little success as a kid. The horses are like deer. They will get hit by cars at night, and just walk out of the jungle unexpectedly.
He dropped us off, and promised to be back by 5 so we could catch the ferry back to Fajardo. Red beach was one of the only beachs that had a paved road to it. Even so, it was pretty vacant.
The only issue is that the lawn that creeps up to the beach is full of thorns and bull heads! We watched a lady try and walk it bear foot…mistake. I mean look at my flip flop!
We changed in a gazibo, before getting in the water. It was such a hastle getting dressed, we decided to not try and get Mirah into a bathing suit.
Karl went out first. Them me and Mirah.
Oh, did I mention she was totally naked? So cute! The water was so warm, that she didn’t mind a bit!
Our cabbie arrived, and took us back to the port. We had time to have a bite to eat before the ferry arrived. This conch Pastelillo. We also had a beef, chicken and cheese.
We also tried tostones. They are plantan patties. Like sweet potaote pancakes. We didn’t care for them. The sause was like fry sause and thousand Island had a chilly garlic baby.
Mirah was just bummed to be back inside. She wanted to be out on some more adventures.
Sand in her toes…
This boat was a differnt style than the one we took over. It was all inside, which was fine becasue of ther rain. It also carried cars over. The cabin was air conditioned (blessedly) and they played The Hunger Games on a couple of flat screen tv’s for the trip. It was actually quite nice. We fed Mirah again on the trip home. But it was cold and loud in there. Not a great combo for a baby.
We made it back to the hotel sometime later. We had dinner at the Hotel’s mexican restaurant which was kind of hilarious. Then inbed by nine. Great day.