Before we departed for our Airbnb we had to flush the water tanks of all the bleach Rowan put in yesterday. He mistakenly made our early morning tea with the bleached water which was a very rude start to the day, it was so disgusting!
We headed south in our jeep for about an hour to Marigot bay and then followed the complicated indications (directions) from our French Canadian hosts. The house is built on a steep slope surrounded by the forest with a lovely wild feel about it. It is down two flights of steps which I think is soon going to be an issue for them, both in their late seventies and both a bit shaky.
View of the cove from our balcony
Visitor on our mosquito nets – view from our room
We settled in and then took their private 4 minute nature walk down to the cove, which is wonderfully secluded. There is a rough track to the beach, some local lads were enjoying a picnic there, each eating from their own enormous plastic bowl, to the pumping rasta beat! We went and snorkelled round the headland, we saw amazing coral heads and loads of fish. Sadly the water wasn’t very clear, it was full of debris, maybe from all the rain. The coral was struggling in the shallower areas, all beginning to be covered in a green slime, further out in the deeper water and away from the beach it got a lot better. We did have a great view of a spotted moray eel, who was baring a lot of teeth at us, but being very brave. When Rowan swum off the eel looked like he was going to bite him, as he headed towards Rowan showing even more teeth. We got back to the beach and it was blissfully quiet with just the noise of the birds, the lads had packed up and gone. We managed to avoid the endless downpours that pass by, until we got back to the house and were cooling off at the pool.
The cove
The only restaurant open to us is called DooLittle, we thought it was a typical corny American name and turns out the place is English. Josee our host had to book for us, Covid rules. Armed with a huge umbrella, we headed down in the jeep to the quaint village in Marigot bay, where we had to catch a little ferry across to the restaurant. Turns out they couldn’t find the ferry driver and the owner picked us up, english guy who built and started the place 25 years ago. Some of the buildings are quite quaint but all very dated. Quite amazing there is no vehicle access to the resort, so everything has to be brought there by boat. We had a reasonable meal, there were a few other guests but the poor owner said he was losing so much money because of the lack of tourists. Definitely a sense that times are tough, but the staff were all delightful and it was a fun outing made all the better with a very good rum punch.
Waiting for our ferry at sunset, in Marigot bay
Heading to DooLittle restaurant on the ferry
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