Monday, day of departure.
Having packed most of my stuff the night before, I’m free the morning of departure to walk the sands of Shoal Bay East one more time. Again, I’m the only person on the beach, but this time my head is distracted by our imminent departure. Last days like this are always hard because I feel stuck in limbo and my mind is too distracted even to read; there’s the obvious feeling of yes, I’m sad to be leaving Anguilla. But then there are the more mundane thoughts, too, such as weighing the pros of taking one last swim in that gorgeous water against the cons of having to travel home with damp clothing in my suitcase and knowing damn well that the clothes will mildew in my bag by the time I finally get around to unpacking the bags. It’s times like these that I wish skinny dipping weren’t frowned upon, as it would be the perfect solution.
|Again with the crowds!|
Eventually we have to acknowledge that our time is up, so after changing into our traveling clothes, I head to reception to check out while DH and DH load the car. Leaving Ku, we make a few detours to toss out our leftover food along the roadside. We left a few things in the fridge in case our housekeeper wanted some extra coffee, bottled water, eggs, or jam but the remaining food we deboned and otherwise made animal friendly –I made sure that the black & white cat got our leftover chicken livers from SandBar.
|DG reading at the Cafe at Veya|
|Cafe at Veya|
|We each drank a pitcher of this marvelous iced tea!|
|I'm not sure how Nurse Boy manages his car wash, but I like his sign!|
|You know-- for all of your deep sea fishing and infant needs!|
A few parting thoughts:
I started traveling to the Caribbean with the man who became my DH in 2011, not quite ten years ago, and now that we’ve tried Anguilla, it’s the first island that makes me want to forsake all others. I doubt we will. Forsake all others, that is. We’ll flirt with them here and there, and like many relationships, the flirting will enhance our feelings for Anguilla and make us appreciate it all the more. But while I’m happy to have found a place that feels like home, I sometimes worry about all of the other, new experiences I’m missing out on because I keep being drawn back to Anguilla.
|Sad faces on American Eagle|
East side vs west side – I think I discovered on this trip that I prefer visiting Shoal Bay East rather than staying there. My husband was just the opposite, however. He’d set up shop at Ku for every future trip if he had his druthers. I also think that we still need to explore the east side quite a bit more since we didn’t do much on this short trip—we wanted “sure things” with our granddaughter and thus took her only to places that were known quantities for us, so we were mainly traipsing to the west side. I may or may not stay at Ku in the future. If the price were right and if it were off season, I’d consider it. But despite its superior location, I feel that there are too many other, better options in the same price range. However, one thing that I was dreading before the trip turned out to be merely a trifle, and that’s the driving back to Shoal Bay East every evening after dinner. True, it meant I never had more than 1-2 cocktails or glasses of wine, but to be honest, I rarely drink more than that with dinner, even if I’m not driving.
|A particularly shell-y section of SBE|
I may take the matter up with American Airlines Vacations, who was the booking agent for this trip. But I may just let the matter rest. And it’s for that reason, if for no other, that I wouldn’t want to return to Ku. Not only did we NOT have a restaurant & bar on site that was promised, and on top of that, they didn’t even follow through with their offer of preparing a limited breakfast to be delivered to our rooms; not only was the phone out of service, but our internet, too—on top of that, the management did not seem at all interested in making sure we had a pleasant experience despite all of the issues, and they made it abundantly clear that they would not budge on giving us even partial credit. And so despite the fine location and the reasonable rate, I simply cannot bear the thought of giving my hard-earned money to an establishment that clearly places very little value on customer satisfaction –all the more criminal for being a part of the so-called hospitality industry. I run a small business at home and if we displayed such a callous disregard to our customers, we’d soon have very few.
But, oh, Anguilla. How I do miss you!