We just got back from the Turks and Caicos, an island chain just south of the Bahamas. I had the great opportunity to shoot Chris and Shana’s wedding (I’ll post some pics from it soon), so Miriam and I decided to make this a nice little getaway/adventure.
Fun with flash, Taylor Bay.
The famous Grace Bay beach. It’s one of the nicest beaches I’ve ever seen. Long, white sand, and dotted with resorts and houses.
Large resort or condo complex near where we stayed.
One of the all-inclusive resort’s water sports. Yes, the water is actually that color.
Hibiscus.
That’s it, small waves and turquoise waters.
Grace Bay
Our first car. Everything worked but the radio. Also, driving is on the other side of the road, but the signs are in miles. This car had the proper side steering wheel, but the speedo was in kph…I had to do a little math to figure out how fast we were going.
Fauna. Approximately accurate size.
Not a bad place. They had cut their own harbor into the limestone.
Chalk Sound National Park.
Good eats.
Flying on the beach.
Local super market.
How the other half lives. Ghetto-ish feeling. Very run down or unfinished small houses were where the locals of varying descents were from. They ranged from the original freed slaves of early American emancipation to Haitian, Dominican, Jamaican, and some other Caribbean islands. It was hard to tell what people were speaking, English, island English, French, Spanish, or Creole.
Fun with cameras.
Road side graveyard.
A road cut into the national park’s scrub brush. This wasn’t the tropical island I had imagined. The only trees to be found were well irrigated ones at the resorts.
Car number 2. The good side. After having a tough time find availability, Scooter Bob’s had this gem. Somehow I managed to not get a photo of the other side, with it’s loose (i.e. hanging off) bumper, missing hubcap and door that didn’t work. The shifter was loose and the radio didn’t work, but ‘Kew’ got us there and back.
At the (almost) end of the road. North West Marine National Park.
Coral coral everywhere.
Fun with the fisheye.
Frangiapani flower.
Flora.
Da Conch Shack. Sort of local, but equally over priced.
One of two things the island is known for. Rum punch.
The other, conch. The island doesn’t produce anything else. Really, nothing.
Miriam enjoying her rum punch.
Da Conch Shack at sunset.