Speaking of finishing this trip report . . .
We are still at the crab races. While I was walking around the crowd to take pictures, I noticed this fruit stand outside the Cookies BBQ area. I am sure it has always been here, but I never noticed it before:
Looks pretty nice if fruit is your thing.
Back to the races. At one point, Pikey encouraged everyone to make a claw, and cheer for the crabs, so the girls obliged:
Pikey kept on referring to himself as Pikey McClaw. The girls were thrilled. They thought they had a last name so they could stalk him on Facebook when they got home. But, I pointed out that this was a joke. McClaw? At the crab races, get it? I told you this guy was funny.
The heats were completed and it was time for the finals.
Here is the leader board:
And, then the finals were run.
The crab that won the very first race blew away the competition. I demanded a drug test, but no one listened. Team Pikey came in second.
But not all was lost. As the second place winners, the girls each received a sheet of Easter themed Bolt tattoos. Yes I said Easter. This was June 13. But, who am I to complain:
We were standing right by the Conched Out Bar when the crab races were finished. I dont think I ever took a photo of it, so I did. More great attention to detail:
Our plan was to go ahead and get lunch after our crab race, so thats what we did. We ran into our server JoJo in the serving line. Those pour guys dont get a break, either. We also saw a bar server that we met on board walking up and down the beach all day. Cruise ship employees work hard. Even the crab wranglers.
We had a great lunch, and then it was back to the beach for some more swimming before the next item on our agenda. The bike path. We always take a bike ride on
Castaway Cay, and that is something that we planned to do that afternoon as well.
But first, it was back in the water:
This was a new thing for Mrs. TCD and I. Usually, the girls get bored at the beach. But, with this group on this trip, they were content to just hang out in the water and chat away. Lord knows what they were talking about. Some of it was scheming on how they would stalk Pikey that night. The rest of it, who knows. But, the good thing was that it allowed Mrs. TCD and I to just sit and relax, and enjoy some of the ice cold beer that I rolled off the ship in my rolling cooler. See, I told you this was paradise!
After a bit of swimming, it was time for the bike ride. I have noticed a lot of folks ask questions about the bikes. So, I took photos of what they had to offer. The bikes cost $6.00 per hour to rent. Never pay for more than an hour. Every time we have been, the employee who takes your KTTW card for the charge never leaves the hut to help you pick out your bike, and no one writes down what time you leave, and there is no one there to check you in when you return. You just sign the rental agreement and go, and bring the bikes back when you want. That said, I dont think you would want to ride a bike for more than an hour anyway. It is usually hot on Castaway Cay, and an hour is more than plenty.
Here are the photos of the bike selection:
You begin your ride by riding down the old runway on the island. This is a real runway. Here is another detailed prop:
If you ride all the way to the end of the trail past Serenity Bay, this is where you end up:
About half way back to Serenity Bay, there is a little turn off. There is a sign there that says castmembers only, but we need to see what they are keeping us from, right? Well this is it:
Its a really nice private beach. We just stopped here for a minute, and then continued on.
This is a second plane that is parked at the entrance to Serenity Bay, near the massage cabanas. I dont remember this being here. I only remember one plane:
On the way back, we stopped at the game pavilion, which was deserted. We played with a few of the offerings:
Next up, we hang out in the game room some more, and I pump an employee for some information about a construction project going on right next to the game pavilion.
TCD