|Not mine. Image found here.|
Saba (pronounced SAY-buh), part of the Dutch Antilles, is just about the polar opposite of Anguilla--lush, mountainous, and utterly lacking in beaches--so that was part of our decision. But a large part was also the thrill of landing at the airport. The runway is only 200 feet longer than an aircraft carrier's, and as you can see in the photo above, there's not much margin for error. Big mountain on one side, sheer dropoff to the sea on the other, and a teeny-tiny runway on the edge.
Queen's Gardens Resort for our two nights on the island. They arranged for a taxi to pick us up at the airport, along with a family of three from Seattle who had been on the flight with us. Everybody tells first timers not to drive on Saba, but I didn't really get why until I saw the roads. I shot a few pics from the back of the taxi on the way to the hotel.
|Desk in the front half of the suite. The rest of the space was oddly empty|
|Sofa with a view|
|View out of the main window, seen from the sofa|
|Our king-size bed|
|View from the bed|
|The very interesting fixture used for our bathroom sink|
|View from the Jacuzzi|
|Entering the outdoor restaurant|
|View from our table|
They bring a dessert board over after the meal, from which we selected the Saba Spice (a local liqueur) creme brûlée, with a mango compote. The Saba Spice flavor was very interesting and I just loved the compote. A dram of Grand Marnier completed the meal and before long, we were close to nodding off at the table.
Stay tuned for our island tour of Saba. I will need to download my DH's photos from his fancy-pants camera, because they will look significantly better than the ones from my phone.
|Day is done|