Island hopping and some exploration of Grand Cayman
Grand Cayman Travel Blog› entry 7 of 7 › view all entries
January 9th, 2008 – by: smhirsch
The airport on Little Cayman is hysterical. BJ had told us that the runway was like dirt and gravel and that's why they had to use prop planes...jet engines would suck up the gravel. Haha. He was so right. So you fly in, and touch down on the crappiest looking runway I've ever seen. Then the plane has to drive along whatever is left of the runway and CROSS THE MAIN ROAD OF THE ISLAND...ya know, the one that cars drive on? Yeah, that one. Passengers then get out, some get in, and the plane drives back across the road to the runway. While you're driving down part of the runway to the turn-around, you notice that there are soccer goals in the grass to the side of the runway.
We take off again, and a few seconds later, my sister nudges me and tells me to take a look in the cockpit. The plane was on empty...and apparently had been since we took off from Cayman Brac. You could tell the pilot and copilot were concerned, too. Kind of funny actually. When we touched down in Grand Cayman, they looked at each other and laughed. Haha...apparently they weren't sure we'd make it?
So we made it to Grand Cayman on a plane that was on empty, got a rental car (and my dad had to pay the $7.50 for a Cayman Islands Driver's License because he forgot his first one in the car on Cayman Brac), went into Georgetown to this awesome store that has FREE INTERNET AND FREE CALLS TO THE US (and unbelievably good rum cake samples), then went back to the airport to pick up my mom.
Alright, so...we picked up my mom from the airport and headed to Hell. Yes, Hell. Unlike Hell, Michigan (which occasionally freezes over) Hell, Grand Cayman does not. Actually, it was named Hell because there are a lot of jaged rocks in one place...I mean, it pretty much looks like most of Cayman Brac does, but hey, if it can be made a tourist attraction, why not? Right?
There were so many tour buses in Hell that it really felt like Hell.
From Hell, we went in search of a good beach with somewhere to at least rinse off afterwards because there was no way I was going to sit on a 4.5 hour plane ride home all salty from swimming. We found some showering areas at one of the public beaches on Seven Mile Beach and decided to set up camp there for our remaining 3 hours in the Cayman Islands. There weren't any fish, so the snorkeling wasn't good, but the water was beautiful and it was finally calm enough to really enjoy.
Now, you have to understand...the two of us have forever been making sandcastles. We can't help it. It's part of our sisterly relationship. We see a nice sand beach and we just get to work. No questions asked. And we don't just make sandcastles...we make drip castles. It's a skill we learned from our mom when we were like 3 and 7 years old...and my mom loves seeing us make them now...it really brings her back to when we were her little girls.
After we were all substantially tanner (OK, we were sunburned) a few hours later, we showered off, and headed back to the airport. We had already checked our bags but the security line was insanely long. The whole time we were in it, we kept hearing our names being called as part of the "last call" for our flight...but it wasn't just us. There were around 16 other people who were heading back to NY with us who were in line way behind us. That meant that we still had time to buy some cheap alcohol and rum cakes in the airport waiting area...haha.
We got on our flight and headed back home. They gave us dinner (not as good as the lunch we had on the way down there) and it came with a miniature rum cake. It was very cute...and also very tasty.
Oh, and when we got home, it was around 50 degrees...so we didn't even end up with that awful cold shock after being somewhere warm for a while. Haha.
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