A Weekend Adventure- Part 3

On Saturday we happily found a little place for breakfast without too much labor. Then we took a bus to a beach on the south side of the island. We saw on the map that there were a lot of old shipwrecks on that side of the island, some you could explore by scuba diving. When we got to the beach, we realized why there were so many shipwrecks there. The strength of the surf was crazy! We set our things on the sand and the boys and I waded out into the waves. We realized there was a decent drop off just a few feet out. And the waves were so strong! I was motioning Kendall to get his butt out there! He just sat on the sand enjoying the sun. Finally, he sauntered out to the water and quickly realized why he needed to be there too!
This is how he stood guard for a long time while the boys played: (He was a good and strong guard, but slightly distracted when the fishermen nearby would start reeling something in.)

Eli and Evan loved the waves pushing them around and trying to beat the waves at their own game.

That afternoon, we decided to walk to a “nearby” waterfall.  Wow.  Not sure “nearby” was a good description of the distance.  So we walked up a very long and steep hill to get there.  We were all in good spirits in spite of the exertion and in spite of the fact that we had not eaten much more than an egg sandwich and a shared plate of French fries that day.  (I know, I know…We just weren’t thinking and didn’t know how long things would take.)  Finally, we made it to the waterfall, though me and baby were couldn’t do much more than sit.

Here is an awful photo of me at the waterfall, but that’s pretty much how I felt:

After this waterfall, the boys wanted to go a bit farther to see another one.  That was fine with me, but I didn’t go along.  Walking down the long hill was easier and finally we made it to the bus stop at the bottom.  Unfortunately, a bus didn’t come for a long, long time.  We stood there waiting and my generous son offered his pregnant mommy the rock he was sitting on. J  Eventually a bus did come along, bringing us close to tears of gratitude.  By 6 or 7 pm, we arrived at a section of town where lots of other tourists got off and where there were restaurants.  Why not?  We jumped off too.  We made our way to a restaurant to find they were just closing up for the day.  They informed us that all restaurants in that area were just closing up for the day.  Sigh.  But it all turned out fine and our spirits lifted (again) when we found street vendors in the area selling yummy food.  It wasn’t the restaurant we had hoped for, but it was a fun cultural experience.