Here are some photos of the place, including the few shots I have of the accomodations.
The dock. First thing you'll see when you get there. Staff quarters are to the right and the middle of the island. Guest accomodations are to the left and stretch almost all the way down the eastern shore (about a ten minute walk), starting with the duplexes, then the fourplex(es?), the lodge, pool and pool bar, then ending with the cabanas. I posted the following photos in the order that you would see these things as you walked down the guest side of the island.
This would be the duplex. I remember two of them so there may be another one to the right not in the picture (Stoo?). I don't remember there being a two-story building so close to the duplex but, as they say, memory's the second thing to go. The boat dock is to the right of this photo, and I was standing on it when I shot this unless I was on a boat. The remaining guest accomodations and the lodge etc are to the left, around the curve of the island.
This is the fourplex. To the left is the owner's cabana and just to the left of that--not in the photo--is the lodge, where the meals are served. As the dock is the activities center, the lodge is the social center of the island. The shore line would be right behind where I was standing when I took this shot.
The lodge. It's quiet. Too quiet. I probably shot this on the Saturday in the middle of our stay, when there were only four guests on the island for the entire day. That's the owner's cabana on the right.
The pool and bar. The lodge is now to my left and the ocean's on the other side of the bar.
Walking towards the cabanas, I turned around and took this shot of the pool. The pool bar is behind that tree. The lodge, actually the kitchen, is in the background.
Standing in the same spot, I turned back around and took this shot of "cabana row."
Cabana 8. Our little slice of heaven. Most of the cabanas look like this, but a couple near the pool have wraparound porches and are a little bigger. Notice our laundry hanging on the front porch.
George, the bartender, and me. He said he'd stay and serve until I was ready to leave, and he was true to his word. Brad, who had to be the DM the next morning, knocked off at midnight but Marcel and I kept George there until 3 o'clock in the morning. Things got a little crazy with all manner of people dropping in. I got sidetracked after I left and didn't make it "home" till 5:30. My wife was not terribly sympathetic at breakfast two hours later. I know you're not supposed to dive with a hangover but um, well I'll take the 5th Amendment, thank you. A truly memorable night.
Hey, what kind of pose is that? Try again.
Much better. Brad, my wife Carol, and Marcel. These guys were our boat captains/dive guides (they switch jobs each week and since we were there for two weeks we were motored about by and dived with both). They were absolutely superb in every way, and I can't wait to dive with them again.
Only seven weeks and two days till takeoff...
