We've been to Hell and back.

Why yes, it was part of an excursion. Why do you ask?

We awoke to what appeared to be calm seas. Yay, the tenders could run? About 9 AM the captain announced that the port had high seas, but they had been cleared to anchor at another spot. After much scrambling and a cattle call or two we boarded the tender boat to Grand Cayman Island.

The excursion we booked was a bus trip around the island. We were warned it might not be up to the standards we would usually expect. It was indeed a cramped van and we spent most of the time seated over the wheel hump, but at least there was air conditioning, and the tour guide knew his stuff. The tour was clearly scripted as he had to reconfigure his iPad (or whatever was feeding the text to him) to accomodate the change in itenerary, but he also had his own stories to interject.

Well, it was a tourist trip, so there were tourist traps.

Hell was kind of fun. Allow us to explain. It's a geological formation that was likely created by an earthquake, and boy, did they pull out the stops! See the pictures above. Of course, Hell has a gift shop. And a Post Office. When you enter, you are welcomed to Hell. The counter staff call the next customer by yelling, "who the Hell is next?" It was all in good fun. But hey, if someone tells us to go to Hell, we can yawn and say we've already been.

We stopped at a beach for a food and comfort break. They knew the tourists were coming as the prices were outrageous. We each got an expensive bottle of water then skipped out on the noms.

Back to the port, another round of cattle calls, then off to the buffet to murder some food and drink. Then off to the coffee shop for some alcohol-infused ice cream, which we enjoyed on our balcony. Tonight's show was Broadway themed.

Tomorrow is a sea day, and it looks like there will be no peace and quiet except perhaps on our balcony.

(Go to the next day)