Romney Gardens, the Batik Studio, & A Good Caribbean Soaking
We arrived in St. Kitt’s early in the morning today, ready to explore the rainforest, gardens, and historic fort that the island had to offer. After an itinerary filled with beach stops and sailing, the opportunity to stretch our legs and smell the nature was a welcome one. The weather looked “Caribbean Questionable” as I like to call it and we could foresee perhaps a quick rain shower at some point during the day. We packed up our rain jackets and disembarked the ship onto tenders and Zodiacs, leaving the ship at its anchorage spot.
As our mini bus passed through the crowded streets of the downtown, decorated with cafes and shops, the road suddenly gave way to open land and lush scenery. A pack of nesting cattle egrets were spotted just off the side of the road, densely packed into a trees fauna.
The sign for the batik studio and Romney Gardens led our mini bus up a hillside and into a heavily shaded area. As we left the mini bus to descend into the gardens, the smell of wet rainforest permeated our senses. Spread before us were incredibly inviting and well manicured gardens. And then, true to my theory, the rains began. Strong and pounding, the water drenched the unprepared. And then, to conclude my theory, the rains stopped—lasting less then 3 minutes in length. The heavy clouds that had shaded the sky gave way to the radiant sun and the rays and heat began to dry out anything that was soaked in the rain’s path.
We arrived in St. Kitt’s early in the morning today, ready to explore the rainforest, gardens, and historic fort that the island had to offer. After an itinerary filled with beach stops and sailing, the opportunity to stretch our legs and smell the nature was a welcome one. The weather looked “Caribbean Questionable” as I like to call it and we could foresee perhaps a quick rain shower at some point during the day. We packed up our rain jackets and disembarked the ship onto tenders and Zodiacs, leaving the ship at its anchorage spot.
As our mini bus passed through the crowded streets of the downtown, decorated with cafes and shops, the road suddenly gave way to open land and lush scenery. A pack of nesting cattle egrets were spotted just off the side of the road, densely packed into a trees fauna.
The sign for the batik studio and Romney Gardens led our mini bus up a hillside and into a heavily shaded area. As we left the mini bus to descend into the gardens, the smell of wet rainforest permeated our senses. Spread before us were incredibly inviting and well manicured gardens. And then, true to my theory, the rains began. Strong and pounding, the water drenched the unprepared. And then, to conclude my theory, the rains stopped—lasting less then 3 minutes in length. The heavy clouds that had shaded the sky gave way to the radiant sun and the rays and heat began to dry out anything that was soaked in the rain’s path.
