Our final day in St Lucia was a relaxed one. A mix of chilling out on the loungers in the sunshine finishing our books and taking long cold dips in the pool.
The morning went by far too fast and we hauled ourselves off the loungers after lunch eager to have at least one adventure (however small) on our final day.
A complimentary boat (I use the term boat loosely, it’s more of a platform with an outboard motor) chugs you across from the mainland to the small Marigot Bay Beach. A few locals, dotted along the edge of the beach immediately try to sell you mangos, shells and trinkets but once you’ve plonked yourself down, they go back about their business.
The beach itself is a tiny spit of sand protected by a line of rocks in an attempt to reduce the ocean’s erosion. Dotted with palm trees, giving way to a hotel and it’s grounds before the rainforest envelops the rest of the hill.
A man paddled over in his canoe filled with fresh bananas and a few children ran over excitedly bringing back armfuls for their amused parents.
Ben and I did a bit of work, taking photos that we’d needed to get done and we paddled in the shallow waters enjoying the tiny waves rippling over our toes.
We didn’t stop for long, knowing we had a rum tasting that we needed to get back for, so hopped back on our boat for the short journey back to our hotel.
We changed quickly, grabbed all our cameras and ran down to the Rum Cave, leapt up on our bar stools around the old rum barrels, the rich smell of the sweet liquid filling the air.
Our host for the evening greeted us with a warm smile, a witty joke and a glass of water, before everyone else arrived and we were ready to begin in our small group of six.
We were sandwiched between an American couple from the Deep South and another English couple, also from London. Rum was originally made by utilizing the by-product, Molasses, from the production of sugar in the early seventeen hundreds and our tasting kicked off with Chairman’s Reserve, a local rum, before following the tasting through the ages along with smelling the ingredients behind the flavours.
Drinking rum straight, is not something I’m used to. Ben loves it, but it tasted like fire water to me. I much preferred the delicious cranberry rum cocktail that our host created for us at the end of the session. It’s a fab experience though, and just one of the many that you can book at Capella through the Personal Assistants.
We grabbed our cocktails and head down the pontoons of the harbor to catch the last of the sunshine.
Expecting another sunset disappointment, we almost gave up as the sun seemingly dunked into the sea. Just as it did, the most vibrant red leapt up from the wake of the splash in strips across the sky.
It blended into one beautiful red sky before the clouds and the inky, black night enveloped it in a final hug good night. The perfect sign off, from the perfect adventure.