Thatch Caye

Although technically this is the same day as my last post, that day was today. Since one post is travel, while the other is our new home, I hope that my readers will forgive me for creating a journal entry starting with our arrival at Thatch Caye. We were greeted at the dock by Sarah. This was an easy one. It didn't take me long to learn that by the end of the day, everyone that I dealt with would know my name, and to keep from sounding like a complete fool, I made a strong effort to learn their names. By the end of the day, I learned our host's name, Sarah (think Mr. Rourke from Fantasy Island), our bartenders, Omar and Clarence (think Isaac from The Love Boat), and the head grounds keeper Indie (think--er., the head grounds keeper, Indie).


We have a thatch-roofed hut over the water with slate floor, and a shell faucet. There are hammocks hanging on our porch, which we promptly fell into. Sarah took a nap while I went out exploring. The island is nine acres. Our Enumclaw property was 8 acres. It is a one-mile walk from one end of the island to the other. The north end is still pretty undeveloped, and needs some cleaning, but it also provides the most private beach. The power comes from a combination of a wind turbine and solar power, with a gas generator to take up the slack. The toilets flush with salt water from the ocean, while the shower runs on recycled rain water. Every meal so far has been gourmet.

  

 At night, the weather got a bit stormy. The hammocks were sideways, one chair was blown against our deck railing, and we could hear the sea getting rough. The side of the hut was battered by rain. It was a very comforting thing to fall asleep to.