The goats and ibises (or are they egrets?)

We had seen goats climbing on the hillside as we approached the fort, but they scattered as we climbed up the path. Still, we knew they were there (if you know what I mean), and as we made our way back down, they re-appeared, happy, I'm sure, to see us go.

Look carefully in the second photo and you'll see another goat. He was bleating loudly, trying to catch up with the rest.

Making our way down

It's always harder than going up! But the views...I would look down and carefully take a step, then look up at the view. Then down, step, up. It took awhile.

Remains of Rat Island Fort

It wasn't until we returned to the ship that I learned that this fort was called Rat Island Fort. "Oh, yeah, THAT's it. I couldn't remember" said my husband.

Right.... How convenient. 'Cause we both know there was no way in hell he was going to get me up there if I knew THAT!!

While we were walking around the remains of the fort, through the one-foot deep undergrowth, I was once again praying, "No bugs, God, please no bugs. Or snakes.". I wasn't even thinking about rats. But if I had known....I would'a been on a beach sipping an umbrella drink instead.

Part 2

Views from the top

were worth it.

The road is steep

...with many a winding turn, that leads us to who knows where, who knows where.
You just never know where you'll end up with my drill sergeant.