Yesterday I was in (skateboard) heaven but today we went to Hell. Yes, Hell is a real town on the island and is named after jagged limestone formations which were thought to resemble hell. The main attraction is the post office / souvenir shop which has the Devil himself.
The shop keeper is always dressed as the Devil, complete with small black horns. His corny lines in his repertoire included “How the Hell are you?” and to the Americans “Do you know where Heaven is?” The answer is West Virginia as the number plate on the wall has the slogan West Virginia. In five minutes we heard him repeat these (ultra-)corny lines three times. Haha.. When we told him about Australia’s tourism campaign of “Where the bloody hell are ya?” he looked as dis-interested as the number plate on the wall.
We left and took a few more obligatory shots of some of the buildings in the town and then bailed. 
We were contemplating on going to the turtle farm though first we stopped at West Bay. Here is one of the best shore diving locations in the world. Two large walls just drop deep into the ocean 150m off the shore. There was a man made channel with some huge fish, up to 1m long, swimming in the outlet. Brown matter resembling “Bondi cigars” was floating in the water which the fish were feeding on. We ended up chatting to some American students (with their chocolate Labrador called Hershey) studying on Grand Cayman who told it was $55 each to visit the turtles and the channel was actually on outlet from the turtle farm (not the turd farm!!)
Yesterday we spoke to a Canadian couple who said Cemetery Beach was good for snorkeling. We traveled along the coast until we hit ut, just along from Seven Mile beach where our hotel is located. It’s quite odd, but all of the cemeteries we have seen on this island, typically small, are located right on the beach front and this one was no exception. We walked through to see quite a lot of young-ish people who had passed away. It was almost certain if you were a bloke on this island who had passed away, it said “Gone Fishing”.
The snorkeling here was really good. Initially I swam out to find some small fish congregating around some rocks but as I swam across I found some submerged ledges teeming with fish! Diving down and sticking your hand under ledge, scared the fish out which you could then chase. It was lots of fun! 
Afterwards, we went for a spin on the gravel tracks but the little car and the pot holes didn’t match. On one of the beaches I found the one star sun lounge (complete with sea weed). 
We had to return to West Bay, to a café / bar where the divers embarked for the ledges. It was really nice, moderately priced, and we were even cooled by a passing weak sun shower. 
It was time our little red car needed some fuel. We used KY$10 (Cayman Dollars) worth of fuel in two days.. wow. As a token gesture, as we were leaving, a random chicken decided to walk through the petrol station! 
Passing through George Town yesterday, I saw a local fish market propped up on the beach and I was keen to see what they had on offer. When we arrived, a guy was cutting up a fish head into quarters for a Jamaican lady. We saw what appeared to be like Coral Trout and Nannygai or Redfish for sale and some massive Wahoo. If we had one more day, I would have been out there catching them ourselves!!
George Town, like all of the other Caribbean destinations have a strong pirate history and George Town had “Richard du Noir” (Richard the Black) who later became affectionately known as “Big Black Dick!” 
We settled back at the hotel, where we lounged in the sun and the non-eventful sunset. 
I had to have my last Pina Colada of our Caribbean adventure while Tan settled for an exceptional mango dacquiri.
The shop keeper is always dressed as the Devil, complete with small black horns. His corny lines in his repertoire included “How the Hell are you?” and to the Americans “Do you know where Heaven is?” The answer is West Virginia as the number plate on the wall has the slogan West Virginia. In five minutes we heard him repeat these (ultra-)corny lines three times. Haha.. When we told him about Australia’s tourism campaign of “Where the bloody hell are ya?” he looked as dis-interested as the number plate on the wall.
We left and took a few more obligatory shots of some of the buildings in the town and then bailed. We were contemplating on going to the turtle farm though first we stopped at West Bay. Here is one of the best shore diving locations in the world. Two large walls just drop deep into the ocean 150m off the shore. There was a man made channel with some huge fish, up to 1m long, swimming in the outlet. Brown matter resembling “Bondi cigars” was floating in the water which the fish were feeding on. We ended up chatting to some American students (with their chocolate Labrador called Hershey) studying on Grand Cayman who told it was $55 each to visit the turtles and the channel was actually on outlet from the turtle farm (not the turd farm!!)Yesterday we spoke to a Canadian couple who said Cemetery Beach was good for snorkeling. We traveled along the coast until we hit ut, just along from Seven Mile beach where our hotel is located. It’s quite odd, but all of the cemeteries we have seen on this island, typically small, are located right on the beach front and this one was no exception. We walked through to see quite a lot of young-ish people who had passed away. It was almost certain if you were a bloke on this island who had passed away, it said “Gone Fishing”.
The snorkeling here was really good. Initially I swam out to find some small fish congregating around some rocks but as I swam across I found some submerged ledges teeming with fish! Diving down and sticking your hand under ledge, scared the fish out which you could then chase. It was lots of fun! Afterwards, we went for a spin on the gravel tracks but the little car and the pot holes didn’t match. On one of the beaches I found the one star sun lounge (complete with sea weed). We had to return to West Bay, to a café / bar where the divers embarked for the ledges. It was really nice, moderately priced, and we were even cooled by a passing weak sun shower. It was time our little red car needed some fuel. We used KY$10 (Cayman Dollars) worth of fuel in two days.. wow. As a token gesture, as we were leaving, a random chicken decided to walk through the petrol station! Passing through George Town yesterday, I saw a local fish market propped up on the beach and I was keen to see what they had on offer. When we arrived, a guy was cutting up a fish head into quarters for a Jamaican lady. We saw what appeared to be like Coral Trout and Nannygai or Redfish for sale and some massive Wahoo. If we had one more day, I would have been out there catching them ourselves!!George Town, like all of the other Caribbean destinations have a strong pirate history and George Town had “Richard du Noir” (Richard the Black) who later became affectionately known as “Big Black Dick!” We settled back at the hotel, where we lounged in the sun and the non-eventful sunset. I had to have my last Pina Colada of our Caribbean adventure while Tan settled for an exceptional mango dacquiri.
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