Day 18: Roadtrip...

After 3 days of Isolde explaining to me that I would be a happier person if I would eat breakfast I finally gave in. We all met at the big table in the backyard and it was actually nice. After breakfast Isolde let herself into my room again to "talk about something serious". She was thinking about inviting Alexandra and Svenja to come to Westpunt with us but wanted to make sure I would be fine with it. I was and we decided to drive to "Boka Tabla"- a sea cavern on the northern shore.

It was very impressive. The most awesome one for me was probably "Boka Pistol". The water shaped the cliffs in a way that turns approaching waves into loud and huge explosions.

We then got hungry and found a local cafe. I ordered the dish with the funniest name and ended up eating barracuda steak. On the picture you can see there´s a part of the fish missing, that was me. Isolde didn´t like her food, the other people in the cafe and the packaging. As she was finished eating she stood up and told us that "we can´t wait for everyone to be finished because we have a schedule planned". Basically she expected 3 people to leave their half full dishes in the cafe. And that´s really one of the least rude things she does. I could write pages about her. And she always smiles when she does these things. It´s really, really weird but also very funny.

Isolde wanted to go to the St. Christoffel National Park but it was already closed. Of course she didn´t accept that, knocked on the offices door and demanded to speak to the manager. No chance. And then the real nightmare began: Isolde deciding to walk through the property on her own. In Curacao there are a lot of land houses from rich settlers that tell the history of slavery. Isolde let herself in and started to talk about everything she saw. It was like an audio commentary of personal opinions you don´t wanna hear and can´t turn off. Also she has a very high and scratching voice and then there´s still that racist thing she´s probably not fully aware of.

Alexandra and Svenja wanted to go swimming. On the way to the beach Isolde found 2 more land houses and an open church. At some point I just stayed in the car reading. After snorkeling at "kleine Knip" we went back to the hostel. Laura and I wanted to go to the city and drink some local rum. Alexandra and Svenja joined. Isolde too- but "she won´t be walking home alone so someone has to come with her". The young man from the couple had to bring and pick her up. He doesn´t even know her and he clearly didn´t want to but you just don´t stand a chance when she decides on something like that. 

First stop was "Netto Bar" in Otrabunda, where "Rom verde" was invented. It tastes very bitter. Isolde went home and we walked to Willemstad, looking for some Curacao Rum. Also a very special taste but ok. Alexandra and Svenja had to leave on the next day so we didn´t stay too long but it was nice.