|Seven boats worth of sailors on Coca Beach|
|Philipine strikes a pose in her mama's sunglasses|
|The birthday girl serves up cake... with jelly bean topping!|
|That's Philipine's pere, Boris, holding the bottle of dangerous rum from Martinique|
|Coco Beach, Barbuda... not a bad spot for a kid's birthday party|
|Two feet bay... so named because the only way to get there is by using your own two feet.|
|Aldwin speeds us out to see the frigate birds|
|Dave and Lori in the front row|
Our timing was off and we didn't catch the bi-monthly horse races held near the island's only town, Codrington. We did see the most recent winner getting some TLC from his owner though. Flute (the horse) was getting a post training bath in the lagoon and we wished them both luck in the next race.
|Flute gets a bath|
|Even winners have to walk home... no spoiling this champ with a horse trailer.|
One source of income for Barbudans is from the sale of their sand to other islands. They mine sand from different spots in the interior. They have fresh water springs on the island and at one point they accidentally broke through the water table and opened up this fresh water pool on the south end inadvertently creating a nice oasis for any wandering beasts.
|Watering hole created by sand mining operations|
After spending most of the week at Coco Point, we sailed around to the south side and anchored in the lee of Spanish Point. The wind was still howling and the windward side of the island was wild with waves crashing on the reefs that are close to the shore. We spent hours walking the windward beaches and winding our way around the scrubby part of the island.
Everything from lightbulbs (unbroken) to tractor trailers (very broken) washes up on the windward side.
We wandered through the scrub and low trees and came across an strange assortment of shacks built from cast off materials. Each little shack had it's own improvised water collection system and were impressive in their creative use of odds and ends.
|Saralane comfy in the lee of Spanish Point. The big breakers were just on the other side of the point.|
We'll be back again Barbuda....