Grumpy storm clouds loomed over our Saturday visit with the Glenns. But we were determined to make it a day to remember.
The unfortunate people in the back seat on our bumpy drive up to Belmont Estates got a ride they would rather forget. But once we got there, we found the ghost of an old colonial plantation. Flats of drying cocoa beans lay beneath a greenhouse-style tent, their pungent, fermenting scent sheltered from the impending rain.
You can read a little about Belmont Estates here, and see the pictures from when I first went.
The Saturday we made the long drive up there, it was unfortunately closed. Apparently the people who run it are Seventh Day Adventists who observe Saturday as their Sabbath.
Our next stop on our East Coast tour was Pearls Airport, the last remnants of where people formerly came into the country. Yikes. After visiting there, I am sure glad that the Cubans came in and helped build Grenada’s current airport!
The Pearls Airport is one windy, hour-long, 23-mile ride from the south of the island (where most everything is). Wikipedia claims its derelict runway is 4,515 feet long or about the length of 13 football fields! That stretch of abandoned concrete is now used as a drag raceway and for other Grenadian driving lessons …
After Pearls, we headed to La Sagesse beach to soothe our hunger pangs and watch the waves on this beautiful beach – a great end to a long day.
