St Maarten - Saba

Day 4 brought us to a high-speed ferry trip onto the island of Saba. In case you're wondering what happened to day 3, weather killed our plans, and it was quite the uneventful and mellow day that we don't even have any pictures of it!

Anyway, back to Saba, we got picked up at our room an hour or so late (locked keys in the car, the driver's excuse), and made our way to the terminal for a ride out to the island. Seventy high-speed, high-turbulence, sea-sickening minutes later, we arrived at the port of one of the smallest islands around.

The plan here for me was pretty well set, head on out on a dive charter, and get back in time for the return boat. For Diane, the plans were more ethereal. Hike? Eat? She was definitely not feeling up to much after the fabulous boat ride, but I'll get to her experiences later. For me, I'll give the full blog of my dive over at http://www.my-dives.com later, but here's the short version.

From St Maarten - Saba Dive

I SAW A SEAHORSE! For non-divers, this may not seem like much, but I know divers who have thousands of dives who have never seen one. The charter was good, and of the three companies, I definitely chose the right one, the dive sites were great, and other than a sun burn on my shoulders, I couldn't have asked for a better day.

Diane, on the other hand, had a much lower key day. She spent the first part of the morning settling her stomach from the boat ride

at a port-side restaurant. Then, she hiked half up half of the hill towards the first town (almost a mile, straight up), caught a ride the rest of the way, and meandered for hours in town. Then, catching a ride back down, Diane socialized with the locals, and had a great time feeling at home in Saba, and calling it one of her best days.

Then, back on the vomit comet to return to the island, and hit a disappointing dinner in our closest town (at least, disappointing compared to the restaurants in Grand Case), and it was time to call it a day.