the hub had booked us a waverunner excursion, which i was extra excited for because i've never actually ridden waverunners before. so we got ourselves dressed for a beach day, grabbed a couple of towels and other necessities and made our way down to the gangway to board the ferry boat that would take us to the island.
it was a pretty barfworthy ride, thanks to the choppy waves and the super slow pace we were taking across them. it seemed to take forever.
i was pretty grateful to finally get off that boat.
as we passed the security guard and his canine sidekick, i wondered what they were doing there. i guess people could be smuggling illegal shit, but i just thought it was a little weird.
it was a little early still to check in for our excursion, so we decided to wander around the island and see what there was to see. the hub had also reserved us a clamshell to hang out in, so we wanted to see what they looked like and where they were. it ended up being a really cloudy day and it didn't even look like we needed the damn thing at all.
i managed to get my toes in the water for just a few minutes before the lifeguards started blowing their whistles to evacuate the beach. we'd spotted lightning off in the distance, so apparently it was getting a little too close and they decided to get everyone out of the water just to be safe.
as usual, there were a handful of folks who either didn't hear the call to get out of the water or ignored it. but have no fear - the lifeguards had jet skis to get out there and pull them to shore.
i'd seen in the newsletter that there was a cabana for massages on the island, and we passed it as we walked around. it was all out in the open and looked like the least relaxing way to get a massage, but to each her own, yeah?
there were a handful of vendors there too, selling little trinkets and cheesy souvenirs and beach coverups and whatnot. it had started to rain, so some of them covered up their wares for protection.
and with the beach closed due to the lightning and thunder, this is the closest i got to riding a waverunner. boo.
what else do you do when there's nothing else to do? eat, of course. we hit the buffet, along with the rest of the island.
the buffet was mostly bbq fare, with burgers and hot dogs, chicken and ribs and all the sides. as we followed the pathway to the covered dining tables, we eyed the hordes of birds who were waiting for the perfect opportunity to snag some lunch.
and they got it, too. as the hub made his way past them, one of the birds apparently sprouted a pair and flew right over and grabbed an entire piece of chicken right off of his plate and flew off with his prize. i couldn't stop laughing at the look of abject horror on his face, but these made it a little better for him.
meanwhile, i was grubbing down on my plate of food - and it was actually a lot tastier than i'd expected from mass-produced cruise fare.
first drink of the day - a margarita.
i didn't see any sea turtles, but they were probably hiding (and i didn't blame them one bit).
it was still raining, with glimpses of lightning off in the distance.
so we decided to walk to the other end of the island and check out the cabanas that were for rent. at $300 per day, we'd passed on the opportunity, and even if we'd wanted to change our minds they were completely sold out. they looked really nice from what we could see.
while there wasn't any food nearby, there was a nice little bar that was available for us to sit at. so we did.
bloody marys were my friend that day.
i powered through about four of them, and while i'd ordered a fifth the hub decided it was time to cut me off. i was one happy camper, especially when we had the all clear to go in the water. we didn't do any actual swimming or anything, but it was nice to get a little wet and cool off a bit.
four bloody marys, people. for someone who doesn't even really drink that much.
i get extra chatty and silly when i'm buzzed. like, MORE chatty than normal. my poor husband.
with not much else to do and the seas looking a little less choppy and barfy, we decided to head back to the ship. bye, great stirrup cay!
when we got back to the cabin, we found this:
so sad. nothing goes by faster than vacation, dang it.