I’ve always said the same thing about half moon cay: it’s the only port of call that I will instantly make an exception to my “I’m really not a beach baby” state of mind. This port is our own little piece of paradise, and – particularly after the long haul of the GWV – we all would have been fools not to take advantage of it.
The truly lucky thing was that we were the only ship in port, and the flagship – for all her elegance – is small. Huge stretches of that vast white beach were empty, and as I kept walking through the surf I got further and further from the guests enjoying their beverages and water sports until eventually even the sounds of their conversation died away and I found myself practically alone (save for two other crew members, and honestly we know better than to bother each other on days like this). And lo and behold the hammocks were available – which they pretty much never are, if they’re even up.
So my day was a lovely mixture of solitude, ocean breezes and actually having the luxury to lie there and read.
And, when I remembered, plunge up to my neck in some of the most crystal clear, cleansing salt water the Caribbean has to offer…
One of those rare days where everything feels so far away that you can almost almost pretend that none of it is there at all…
This job isn’t always easy – there are days when (like any job anywhere) I want to pull my hair out and simply walk off the playground, but then the universe drops a day in my lap that makes it all worth it and for that I am more than continually grateful…