Steve P:
Decided on Grand Cayman for our honeymoon 16 yrs ago. Problem was my wife wasn't a diver. I knew that if I went to Cayman and didn't dive we'd be divorced before we made it home. Also figured if I dove every day while newlywed stayed behind - yes same result. Got her certified, she loves it and we're still diving together. Now just need to get the kids certfied.
A success story, indeed. But I would suggest that Cayman is one of those places where this kind of mis-match could work out,
if there was enough $$ available to keep the non-diver funded to enjoy the island.
Cubic
inkandlo ,Metric :voskl1: Dollar$.
Cayman offers several daytime diversions, and certainly for someone with even a minimal sense of "travel humor"
and a credit card , one can have a pretty good time doing non-SCUBA activities. For a snorkeler, there is enough to keep you going all week, but once again, luckily credit cards are water-proof. It's roughly a civilized version of Cozumel for an upper income crowd.
In 1987 I travelled to Grand Cayman (for my 7th time) with a low-maintenence, highly-pneumatic blonde Jessica :gr1: Rabbitt who, when she wasn't poured into that wondrous Lycra (Lycra- that's my favorite :wub: color!) dive skin for SCUBA, she amused herself with pedicures, golf, shopping at Bernie Pessman's for Black Coral, scouting out dinner locations (back in the days of Chef Tell's Grand Old House), more golf, working on the tan :sunny lines, tennis, and joining us for a dive when the seas were flat and the air was hot. Then there was Barefoot Man at the Holy-day Inn and our old buddy, Miss Chris Lexau.
This successful relationship ended soon after our first trip to Roatan- which is more of a down-home tribal kind of experience.
I haven't been back :58: to GC since.