Grand Cayman.....turtles & Hell

In Grand Cayman, my aunts, my mom, and my cousin and I went on an excursion to Hell, the Rum Factory, and the Turtle Farm. Hell.....nothing exciting. Rum Factory....nothing exciting. Turtle Farm....way cool. This is my cousin Karen holding a turtle about 18 months old. They would get excited and flap their flippers, but you could calm them by rubbing under their neck. Karen was good with them. I, too, held a turtle. Not like the Iguanas in Cozumel with the boys.

But, speaking of iguanas, they were around too. There were some in the trees at Hell, but on the beach with the turtles were several iguanas. Certainly not my favorite thing. Don't blink, Hell was a post office and lava rocks. Named because something about ducks and some one from England said "I must be in Hell."
Seven Mile Beach and the shore line. Very beautiful place. Forgot about the goats in Jamaica....our tour guide Kim P said that you could also call them dinner. They were running around all over, but she said if you approached them, their owner would surely appear. She also taught us some creole words....laba laba.....talks too much.