After an eventful Saturday night, we all woke up on Sunday morning with two missions: 1) tie-dye our amazing team tanks for August Monday and 2) head over to Scilly Cay for some out-of-this-world rum punches and world renowned island fare.
Working on some masterpieces.
We got some help from a pro!
Despite the fact that most of us had never tie-dyed anything before, all of the shirts turned out surprisingly well. In fact, I’m most definitely thinking of tie-dying up some shirts for trivia night now that I’ve gotten my arts & crafts skills under control.
Finished!
After our morning tie-dye sesh, we packed up our bags, jumped in the car and headed out to Island Harbor to jump on a boat over to Scilly Cay for the afternoon.
Scilly Cay is only accessibly by boat (or by helicopter, perhaps) and is an electricity-free island that serves some stellar food and famously strong rum punches. Everything is locally sourced and run by a couple that lives on the island. Since the plates are enormous, we all paired up and split meals. While I only tried the crayfish, I have to admit the chicken looked — and smelled — absolutely stellar.
Incredible Food at Scilly Cay
Local scratch band performing
After a few drinks, a swim in the ocean and being caught in a mini tropical rain storm, we made it back to the mainland and headed back to the Frangipani. Being on the island with a family that has spent a great deal of time here, I have realized that I don’t really have a grasp of what’s touristy and what’s not. I’m not sure that Scilly Cay is typically on visitors’ radar; if it isn’t on tourists’ agenda, it certainly should be. It’s definitely one of the coolest/prettiest places I’ve ever seen.
There was a decent amount of madness that ensued post-Scilly Cay including a) a pretty ridiculous video of me dancing whilst in the trunk and b) some epic chest hair shaping:
For the record: Ladies love martini glass-shaped chest hair
Check back soon to see the craziness that is August Monday in Anguilla!
Cheers from Meads Bay,
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