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.
More driving and we stopped to look at some mostly demolished houses on the coast from all of the recent hurricane activity. I found the most prickly 40 cornered jack which dug into my skin at all different orientations. I was more impressed by the way it dug than the pain it inflicted.
In Bodden Town, we visited the Pirates Caves. 
Part zoo with “exotic” animals and a traditional pirate cave where they stored their booty centuries ago. There were some caged animals including the Cayman Parrot (national bird) and a cocky who Tan teased with a piece of paper.
The blue iguana, different to the ones we saw in Mexico, are a endangered species that only inhabit the island. We chased them around for a while too. 
We hit the dark and eerie Pirate’s Caves which was a Disney Land style mock up. Lots of skulls, cemented in coins and the pirate sculptures. A bit kitsch but in reality these caves were actually used by pirates centuries ago so from that side it was interesting.
More exotic animals were present including goats, ducks, turtles and a horse.
The highlight was Percey the Pig who was quite lack luster until our taunts got him fired up (to eat). It was a nice warm and sunny 28C day and poor old Percey was thirsty so Tan gave him a shower and a drink which he seemed to appreciate. 
This chicked in the water bowl flew off in a ball of feathers when we approached. One thing we have noticed about this island is the prevalence of roosters and chooks. They are walking wildly(?) everywhere and we nearly run some over. 
We have seen quite a number of macaws on this adventure through Central America, but these two we saw were quite nasty. They wanted to have a go at anything even remotely close to the cage. Repeated strikes with their upper hooked jaw made us want to sitr them up (so Tan did).
The lady that runs Pirates Caves was quite nice, from England, though she has been on the island for three years without leaving. It is a beautiful place but like outback mining towns there isn’t much in the way of choice for shopping etc. (for women). For blokes it is a fishing paradise and you wouldn’t want to leave!! She said there were some people that come the cruise boats that visit who are so ignorant about everything. There was a container of plastic replica pirate coins on the bench near the till and one guy asked if that was the currency of island (and was serious about it!).
Rum Point is a delightful place. Sun lounges in the white sands over looking the turquoise waters under the shade of casaurina trees (yep.. the Australian trees are everywhere on the island). Tan relaxed while I went out snorkeling. The wind was a bit gusty and it made it hard to snorkel under the pier (especially as I haven’t snorkeled with flippers for a fair while). The fish were good but not spectacular and the water was nice. 
Rum Point is adorned with many signs, such as a city/country locator post, history of cyclones and just plain old interesting information signs. 
Like the Pirates Caves, Rum Point also had a macaw who was just as nasty!!!
The fibreglass iguana, like this one, are dotted around the island’s beaches.
On the way home we stopped at the Blowholes which weren’t too bad.
We tried to race home for sunset but without a good map we missed from our hotel and ended up on a beach near George Town. 
We hopped off the board and straight into the water. Our briefing told us to shuffle along the sand so we didn’t stand on any of the stingrays. Straight away they swarmed around us. 
They brushed and bumped against us. It was a little bit freaky to start with. We could touch the stingrays on their wings and they felt like rubbery slime.
We were told that because it was Valentines Day, if we kissed a stingray we would have seven years luck, so we gave it a shot. This stingray got double kisses!
We also got a backrub each with the stingray which felt strangely quite nice.
Dan held a small male stingray in the water.
Being out in the Caribbean, on a perfect day in crystal turquoise waters with stingrays is something we both will never forget. 
We hopped back on board to the boat to travel a short distance to some reefs to snorkel. Whilst the reef was fairly small, it held some beautiful fishes and we spent ages following brightly coloured schools of different fish around.
We spent the afternoon snoozing on the loungers by the pool watching our first Grand Cayman sunset. 
As we were changing in our room for dinner, fireworks erupted and we thought can this day get any better?
We had some champagne to celebrate Valentines Day and ended one of our favourite days on this trip. 
