Wednesday, Feb 15th. In my research I learned that Curaçao is one of the lowest cost tourist destinations. Its reality matched its reputation. Not a bad place at all, but also didn’t seem to have anything to recommend it, though the main city is very pretty. It’s swinging pontoon bridge is a unique feature, as are its Dutch-like buildings.

My tour included a series of caves that don’t deserve capitalization. They certainly weren’t caverns. 40 people at a time, struggling to hear the guide. Unremarkable. The next (and last) stop was Mambo Beach, the “in” beach on the island. Beach chairs crowded together. Its waters are a very well protected sea pool with pure, sandy soil. I was unimpressed, to put it lightly. Totally unsatisfying tour.

Upon our return I wandered the town. It’s not a bad town, but I was sensing a Caribbean pattern. in that it was very similar to Aruba. I found a nice street bar and had a Blue Lagoon, which includes the famous Blue Curaçao (which remarkably is an orange liqueur). Had a bowl of beans and rice. I printed a photo of the bartender, which got me a second glass of Blue Lagoon.

I had booked a Curaçao Evening Sunset Tour, but cancelled. The tour guide appeared uninterested, so I walked away. (Norwegian kindly refunded my money.)

Listened to the Fake Fab Four concert. They sing well, as long as you don’t watch.