Sea Day, Grand Cayman, Dolphins, Hell, Another Sea Day

We had another sea day which meant it was our second formal evening which meant we had to pose for pictures. 

It was lobster night--the meal Patricia was anxiously looking forward to. Ron is helping her remove the lobster shell.

Next day, Saturday, April 26, we tendered from the ship to the shore of Grand Cayman.

Apparently Patricia and I have a tradition of kissing the pirate whenever we visit the island. (This was our second time we were there.)

Steven and Patricia are trying to get information on what they wanted to do that day. Soon we were parting ways so they could go to the beach and rent some jet skis.

We went back to the port and found a tour guide to take us on a tour of the area. She put us in a van with two other women and then it took her 45 minutes to slowly find other tourists who wanted to go with her on a tour. 

Thankfully she finally filled her vehicle (with only minutes to spare because Glen was running out of patience...) and we were off.

We stopped at a store where the tourists could buy Tortuga rum cakes. Apparently they are a delicacy of which we know nothing about. Our fellow passengers were definitely excited about their purchases.

Glen was excited to finally find an internet hot spot and spent his time in the rum cake store using his phone.

Kept finding pirates to pose for pictures with.

We went to a place where people could swim with the dolphins.

None of our group wanted to participate, but we enjoyed watching others doing it. I was getting a kick out of those two little kids who spied the big iguana on the decking (midway between the stairs) and started chasing it around.

People were in the small pools with the dolphins. We spectators were watching a couple of dolphins put on a show for us in the big pool.

One of the big highlights to do while in Grand Cayman is to go to Hell. Literally. The city of Hell. Then you can say you've been to Hell and back. Whatever.

This information sign explains about the phenomenon going on and why the place is named what it is.

Glen told me we had been to Hell before, but I honestly couldn't remember seeing all these black rock masses. One thing about a poor memory. Things look new the second time around...

There were iguanas all over in a tree nearby. See the large one on the tree limb in the center of the picture--head up, black striped tail pointed down? That thing is huge!

See the one hanging onto the branch that forks up and to the right corner. Its tail goes down into the connecting part of the forked branch.

A hairy iguana on the this tree limb with it's head pointed straight up in the center of the picture.

Not only were iguanas everywhere, but there were chickens roaming free all around as well.

On our drive back to the ship, we saw a beautiful golf course. Too bad Glen didn't have enough time to play golf.

There she sits--the Coral Princess beckoning for us to come aboard.

As I have mentioned earlier, it was absolutely freezing on the ship. It was the most cold in the dining room and in the other big rooms and theaters where we would congregate for shows, trivia games and other social events.

Patricia got the brilliant idea for us to get the blankets they provided for theater under the stars and we would use them inside the ship in the evenings. Great plan!! We were toasty warm the last couple of nights on the ship. Too bad she hadn't thought of that idea earlier in the trip.

Happy wives mean happy husbands. Aren't these guys adorable? They were so giddy with happiness every moment they were on the ship.

They were making plans for our next cruise. They want to do a transatlantic voyage. They have iron stomachs of a sailor. Patricia and I, on the other hand, are a very different story...