Birthday Weekend Day 2

Our day two started out bright and early, which was a bit tough because we were so tired from the day before.

We had arranged with Curtis, the guy who took us to Sandy Island, to pick us up the next day and take us to Tobago Cays.  We had heard tons of good things about the Cays, so we were all really excited to go check it out.

Here we are on the dock waiting for Curtis

We all piled in his little boat, the one in the pictures from the previous day, it's a  tiny little wooden boat with a little motor off the back.

This isn't the exact boat, we didn't get a good picture of it, this one is actually bigger then the one we were on.

We were off to Tobago Cays.  At first the waves weren't too bad, we laughed the first few big waves we hit, then pretty quickly it started to get quiet, no one was laughing anymore.  We were all too busy clutching to the side of the boat for our lives.  The waves were huge, way way way bigger than the boat we were in, and our little boat was getting tossed around like a rag doll.  Dustin and Rob were in the front gripping for dear life and feeling every time the boat smacked down back onto the water.  Lyndzee and Michelle were in the middle holding on to the side however they could, and me and Peter were in the back with me clutching his hand for dear life, and our backs smashing into the back of the boat every time it hit the water.  Almost every time a big wave came I would scream bloody murder, and at one point Lyndzee screamed "We're gonna tip!", and shortly after that I said "I'm ready to go back now!", but then I found out we weren't even half way there yet.  I think we all wanted to cry when we heard that.  One of the times we hit one of the big waves I was positive that Peter was going to go flying out the back.  After awhile longer we finally spotted some land and I declared to everyone that I was done!!  I was determined that I was getting off on that island no matter what it was and was going to live there instead of Grenada because there was no way I was going back on that boat.

After we stopped at that island and got some gas we all talked about how horrible it was and there was no way we could go all the way to the Cays.  We found out we couldn't stay on that island, so Curtis said that he would take us to another one.  Just that little ride further to the other island solidified it in everyone's mind how terrifying it was and that no one could go any further.  We thought we were all going to have heart attacks from the anxiety and emotional stress, it was intense. 

So we ended up hanging out on an island called Palm Island, which we found out later was a private island owned by a very very expensive hotel, and it's supposed to be one of the prettiest places in the Caribbean.  What was hard about being on that island is we could literally see the Cays from there, and we were all so bummed that we couldn't go the rest of the way, but we could also see the huge white caps between us and the Cays.  My friend Michelle actually did want to go the rest of the way, and Peter probably would have gone too, but no one else would do it, she later agreed that it was good that we didn't go on.

We had a fun time relaxing on Palm Island though, after we all calmed down from our "adventure".

Then it was time to start heading back.  We were all actually feeling ok, we were nervous, but we were ok.  We all piled into our spots from before and started going, and immediately remembered why we were so terrified from before.  It was so so scary!!!  After a little bit it got better because we were going with the waves instead of against them like we were on the way out.  But poor Lyndzee was not ok, she was emotionally done, and was petrified the whole ride.  At one point she turned to Curtis and said "Curtis, please get us back safe". 

Once we were back we were so glad to be on solid ground.  We hung out at a beach for a little bit while Dustin did some snorkeling.  He found some sand dollars and starfish.

We were all a little nervous to get back on the ferry after our experiences getting there, but it wasn't bad.  Most of us passed out because we were so exhausted, but none of us got very sick.

After we got home I made Peter a special birthday cake, and had some of our friends from our building over to eat it with us.  It was a triple layer pistachio cake with marzipan, guava, and chocolate ganache filling.  It wasn't a pretty looking cake at all, but it tasted pretty good.

So that was the end of Peter's birthday weekend.  We had so much fun and are so glad we have such great friends to go with.  Peter says it was for sure his best birthday ever!