Rio Formosa, Quinta do Lago, Algarve: And anyone who didn’t think that God has a sense of humour hasn’t paid attention to how he made us all.
For every pink flamingo there’s a Spoonbill.
I found these fancy snouted fellas in the Via Formosa in Quinta do Lago in the Algarve…
Their bills, of course, are purpose-built to scoop up all that pond life to give them fuel for the skies.
Yes, Pink Flamingoes
In the pink: In Busch Gardens
Pink Flamingoes, Busch Gardens, Tampa Bay, Florida: And for those Fiftysomethings among us the opening shots for the Florida soap Flamingo Road made us fall in love with these birds
Yes, and Morgan Fairchild, to be fair.
I got up close with a flamingo out in SeaWorld and again he is a reminder of God’s Grandeur.
Heron good things about you
You’ll have a long wingspan then
Herons, Kuramathi, The Maldives: And you know when a bird has her eye on you.
She even came into the pool with me every morning.
Kuramathi is a bird-watcher’s dream, big, small, skinny, plump, and every colour.
And as bird-watching is a stationary pastime isn’t it a relief that you don’t have to freeze your whatsits off either?
Caribbean wood doves and mockingbirds
The West Indies:Rihanna, my wood dove used to join me in my hot tub in Barbados of a morning… and leave a mess in the bedroom.
I would forgive Rihanna anything though.
The West Indians take their nature very seriously, just as seriously as their rum and their music.
And Ean The Birdman of Tobago will show you around his Adventure Eco Villas where the birdies will twirl and tweet around your head.
You can stay too and awake to birdsong.
And not forgetting the Duck
Ducks everywhere: Whether they’re the rubber ones in your bath at Hastings Hotels in Northern Ireland (or in mine).
Or with The Donald in Epcot in Florida or in Anaheim.
Following the Duckmaster and the quackers down to the fountain in the hotel lobby in the Peabody Hotel in Memphis.
If I could talk to the animals, learn all their languages, maybe take an animal degree, I’d study elephant and eagle, buffalo and beagle, Alligator, guinea pig and flea – Bobby Davro
And this is one I’ve been thinking on, and I’m possibly spurred on my old pal, Ireland’s Travel Writer of the Year Isabel Conway of Travel Times.
She is walking in Kinsale, Co. Cork for endangered animals. Although while she’s doing something I’m more Mr Do Little than Dr Doolittle.
So to launch this series (and I’ll try and stick to this one this time) I’m starting at the beginning…
Where we came from, the sea, and celebrate all things who live there, big and small, colourful and grey, beautiful and those who only a mother could love. First off turtles…
Turtley Japanese
It’s easier when they come to the surface
Yakushima, Japan: Now my first issue in getting to know our old friends from the sea is that I’m not a great swimmer, and an even rubbisher snorkeller.
And more of that later but here’s how you can see a sea turtle without even getting your feet wet.
The rainforest island of Yakushima, off Kyushu‘s southern coast, is home to the largest spawning grounds for loggerhead turtles in the North Pacific.
Between May and August, more than 500 turtles take over the shores of Inakahama Beach and lay their eggs.
And here’s where it becomes a spectator sport.
Because later in the summer we get to see the newly-hatched infants scramble their way to the ocean.
Turtley Bajan
And we’re limin’ in Barbados
As magical as that sounds you really want to try and dip your toe in the ocean.
And strap on that big rubbery snorkel and mask to the face… and believe me if I can do it you can too.
The first encounter I had with turtles in their natural habitat should have been on my first trip to Barbados.
Only I’d overdone it on the rum, both that early morning at Foreday Morning.
That’s the booze, mud, paint and Soca festival for the locals.
And then on the boat which took us out to meet our heroes in a half-shell.
And so while I did see schools of beautiful fish I never did get to meet Mr Turtle.
Fast forward a year though and I was back and determined to catch me me turtle.
As fate would have it I didn’t just get to shake snorkel and shell with one turtle but two.
I was staying at Club Barbados couples hotel, alas alone…
I had invited the Scary One, perhaps not very clearly.
And maybe when one of her beloved gardening or interior decorating shows was on and she had distractedly said no.
Before coming back at me a few days before I travelled to ask me why she couldn’t come.
Anyhoos I went out solo and found that I was the only single in the hotel… and the ocean.
Like the Scottish buses you wait all day for one, and two come along the same time, Mr and Mrs Turtle.
And because this is a family blog I’m not going to tell you what they were up to.
But in the words of the inestimable Chris Tarrant, I don’t want to give you that (well, I do but…) I want to give you this.
Joali, 45 minutes by seaplane from Male, which is welcoming back guests from August 1.
There’s everything you would expect in terms of luxury with your own swimming pool, yoga and wellness treatment, private dining options and the chance to go out to your own desert island!
But get this, you and your friends can buy out the island’s own 73 villas and residences and facilities.
Exclusive use buyout will start from $90,000 per night through to September 30 and $185,000 per night between October 1 and 30 November.
For guests 12 and above an all-inclusive full-board meal plan (including alcohol for adults) will cost an additional $450per night per guest. Visit http://www.inspiringtravelcompany.co.uk.
And whaddya mean you haven’t got that kind of moolah? You’ve been locked down for the last four months!
Insert smiley Ryanair emoji here
You know that we’re getting back to normal when Ryanair http://www.ryanair.com are getting funky with their slogans and emojis again and they’ve only taken to dressing oranges with sunglasses.
Where myself and the world’s luckiest woman still have a complimentary bottle of champagne which we never finished 25 years ago still waiting for us.
Wearing my Sandals on my sleeve
A basket of devourables
Caribbeanophile that I am, I’ve been cheering on the Windies in their Test series with England (don’t tell the Scary One).
The Windies are of course promoting Sandals http://www.sandals.co.uk on the sleeves of their shirts and it is timely as their resorts are open for business with some great offers.
Jamaica has been the prize which has been slipping through my grasp these past couple of years through me being in another part of the world at the time when it was offered, or even worse WORKING!
The famous five with Laura and Hayley centre
But I will keep next January free (promise!) for your seven-night stay at the Sandals Ochi Beach, seven nights from £2,129pp including flights.
You can upgrade too to butler elite room for only €156 which tickled the fancy of my colleagues when I stayed there Let’s rumba in Barbados and http://www.visitbarbados.org who I’ll call Laura and Hayley so as NOT to protect their privacy!
And, of course, I’ve been promising you more Jocktails with a Caribbean twist. They’re coming. Don’t you know how difficult it is to get Falernum in Scotland.
Crazy cruisey government advice
And sporting my medallion on my lapel
So, who thinks it’s a good idea to give the green light to pack out pubs and beaches but thinks it unsafe to let cruise companies and grown-ups distance themselves on cruise ships?
Herself was only a little princess when she passed through the Panama Canal with her parents on her trip home on a working ship from Australia as a child.
Panama dancing
Princess Cruises had been traversing the canal for some half a dozen years by then and have continued to do so (lockdown excepted) and aim to do so again.
All of which will be sweet music to the Indomitable Mrs M who wants an upgrade from that working ship!
Fort Lauderdale R&R
For 2021-22 voyages wil range from 10-15 days visiting 17 destinations in eight countries.
Where you can spend many a happy hour checking their progress… which isn’t much to be honest as they sidle sideways.
Much like I did, giddy from one too many Rum Punch, after Happy Hour. And who am I kidding? Every hour was happy hour.
It seems heartless then to say that I love them best on my plate but then if God hadn’t meant them to be eaten he would’t have made them so damn tasty.
And when I say ‘plate’ I probably mean a big pot.
Being shellfish in Boston
Boston skyline Photo by Kristin Vogt on Pexels.com
My first introduction to crabs was on the last evening of my much-storied summer in Boston https://www.bostonusa.com after university.
When I had saved up enough money to have a blowout and eat at the oldest restaurant in Beantown, the Union Oyster House http://unionoysterhouse.com on the Freedom Trail.
Mysel and my mucker Neilly proceeded to order the most expensive meal on the menu and were surprised and thrilled in equal measure when they presented us with what appeared to be two big wine buckets.
In which seemed to contain two giant scoops of Boston Harbour.
This being America where practicality is king we were each given bibs too.
Slip slidin’ away
Maryland history. Photo by David Dibert on Pexels.com
We both waddled like crabs out of the Union Oyster House and back to our billets in Boston’s rough and ready Combat Zone where we were staying.
And drank the night away at their all-black shebeen Alfies’s. But that’s a different story and one I will keep for another day.
Full to overflowing. Photo by Terje Sollie on Pexels.com
Meanwhile I’ll tempt you with a recipe for Maryland Crab Cakes given to me by my favourite cousin which I spotted on this fridge magnet in the kitchen.
And which she gave me among a hamper of goodies when I visited when I was in Washington DC http://www.washington.org and Easy DC.
Tobago obviously
Any jobs going? With Auntie Ali and Uncle Kenneth in Tobago
I’m not sure what the rules are for outdoor swimming pools in Scotland (probably because in the Frozen North nobody ever considered it a thing) but the English are dipping their toes back in today.
Swimming is one of the staples of many people’s holiday although I confess that I spend less time in a pool now than when I was a kid, preferring instead to sip cocktails by the bar.
In some places you can do both. Here are my five top pools on my travels.
Bim-ming pool
Swim up
Sandals, Barbados: The ultimate in luxury where you can drink your Strawberry Daiquiri in the middle of the pool.
And then swim up to the island pool and have another. OK, waddle over.
A game of volleyball with the ultra-competitive Americans becomes even more fun after all that. You try spiking a ball with a cocktail in your hand.
Kuramathi, Maldives: And you can’t beat an Infinity Pool where you feel you are swimming right into the Indian Ocean only for the end of the pool to stop you.
You’ll have to get out of the pool to get your cocktail though.
On a one-mile island surrounded by the Indian Ocean you would think you’d be in the sea all the time but I leave that to the fishes.
And instead dip into my own private pool which comes with my cabin and check out the restaurant pools. Where you’ll have company with the island’s herons.
And if you see a pair of red-rimmed sunglasses there would you let me know please?
Swimming in the fjords
Stormer: In the fjords
MSC Preziosa, Norwegian fjords: How’s this for a bracing swim? The Norwegian fjords.
You didn’t think I’d be dipping my toe in the isthmus did you?
But still I was fairly pleased with myself at taking to the pool in the Nordic drizzle while everyone (my professional photographer wife among them) hanging over the side taking piccies.