
Stepping into the blasting air
conditioning, we spent a few minutes waiting for the sweat to stop
dripping from our foreheads, unsticking our clothes from our bodies
(nice), and located the customs official. Boy was this guy bored,
with it being hurricane season and a very small airport that only
caters for internal island hops he didn't see many people each day
and it showed. We must have been there for 2 hours chatting away to
this guy who told us everything we ever needed to know about Culebra
including where to find the best Pastelas, cheapest food, best bar
etc – ringing each one for us on a map. We were a little nervous
coming into Puerto Rico on a boat as we had heard all sorts of horror
stories about $1000 fines for hazardous waste disposal etc. Please
don't believe any of it, we made sure we had eaten all of our fruit,
veg, seeds, meats and beans before we came and we didn't have anyone
board our boat and he just told us if we did have anything off the
banned import list, to throw it overboard.
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Example of the Puerto Rican culture |
Formalities out of the way we hunted
down a grocery store and filled our basket with meat. Thinking about
it, we dined extremely well the whole time we were in Puerto Rico.
Filling ourselves with meats and American produce (not the doughnuts
though). I call Dylan the chicken monster and he certainly came out
to play, devouring chicken wings and carcasses complete with Frank's
buffalo sauce in one sitting. Hopefully he has put on a bit of
weight!

The top place to see in Culebra is
Flamenco Beach, rated one of the world's best by Conde Nast. We
walked there from the dinghy dock, slightly underestimating the
distance so by the time we arrived the first thing we did was jump in
the sea. Its a very long pretty beach with white sand and clear
water...but it is packed with people so for me, its not the best I
have ever been to but it definitely gets 10/10 for scenery. There
were families everywhere, set up for the day with wind breakers and
portable BBQs cooking up meat, the smells wafting out to us in the
water. Dylan decided to teach me how to body surf and after a few
times of loosing my bikini top and bashing my head on the bottom we
called it a day and went in search of food. Behind the beach is a
cluster of stalls serving all sorts of local dishes and drinks, we
tried out a Puerto Rican version of a pasty stuffed with fish and it
was great, so much so we had a second one. Not wanting to do the walk
back and with Dylan complaining of a 'walking rash' we found a guy
wearing a bright yellow shirt with 'TRANSPORT' emblazoned across it.
Turns out here in Culebra, taxis and buses are the same thing so we
paid him $3 each to take us back in his bus to the dinghy dock. Money
well spent whilst we watched the dry dirt roads whizz by in the
comfort of an air conditioned vehicle.
Another anchorage we tried out whilst
here was Ensenada Dakity and we'd recommend that more than the main
lagoon. Its a small area with free mooring balls tucked in behind a
reef that looks out to the open ocean. No facilities around here and
you would need to dinghy the length of the lagoon to get ashore but
its prettier. Unfortunately on this side of the island the water is
really murky so snorkelling was no fun. We stayed only a few days to
stock up then headed to the main land...
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