thursday dawned as the hottest day yet, so the historical walking tour of south caicos was pretty toasty and despite the sunscreen i swear i'm wearing (hi mom) i may have gotten a nice tank-top burn which is going to turn into a tan any day now, i swear. the salt fields, pictured below, are no longer in use by anyone but flamingos, of which we saw many, at least before the dogs undertook their duty to chase them away. there are also a number of wild horses and donkeys on south, and the dogs believe it is their life's purpose to attempt to herd them. it's usually unsuccessful, but often amusing.
thursday night found a small group of us wandering around town in search of ice cream. once procured, we meandered toward the docks, and found a number of split bivalve mollusks, whole gastropod shells, and empty crustacean exoskeletons (whoo bio classes and i seriously apologize i can't help it).
we then decided to explore miss may's house. a mansion turned hotel turned failed hotel, the house is rumored to be haunted, so what else would we be doing on a thursday night at nine? we bushwhacked our way to the house, trying to avoid the acacia thorns and yelping whenever we failed. due to poor planning, we only had two flashlights among the eight of us, but we made our way up the hill all the same, pausing many times to nurse our wounds and trip over small objects.
once inside, the irreconcilable power of hurricanes became apparent. 2009's hurricane ivan hit south caicos hard, and the splintered wood, water damage, and general disarray of items inside the house made that clear. when i wasn't shivering from fright, we examined the ground floor, some of upstairs, and tried to convince eric not to go in the crawlspace. it was pretty cool, though we did not see a ghost….this time.
finally, we wandered down to one of the rare sandy beaches on south. there, we went star-tripping on the beach, as shown below, and then sat and star-gazed while talking. we walked home in time to make our 11 o'clock curfew, which i thought was silly until i realized we have to be up at 6:00 every morning, which sadly is a far cry from my usual 9:00 am classes.
i miss everyone at home, but not so much the weather. here, when i hear that it's 27 degrees centigrade, i always chuckle to myself because i know in spokane, it's 27 degrees fahrenheit....on a warm day. although i did get a picture of my dog in the snow the other day, which as far as i'm concerned is enough to convince anyone to move to the north pole.
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