Earlier in the week we had planned to take the back roads right around the island, but some how fallen short of this goal, so today we decided to take as much of the inside road as possible, it was much quieter on these roads and they are very good. I noted the radio station aerials of the transmission station on the way round and wondered where actual offices were, in my very young days I would have communicated with these guys in morse code.
When we ended back at the lagoon, the reef was going off and the waves crashing against it were like mountains of water, even the lagoon itself did not look as inviting today as it had in the past fortnight.
The plan was to meet for dinner at Tamarind House, which is about three minutes from the city on the North East side of the island. Recommended by a fellow holiday maker, which meant it was pot luck on whether this venue was any good or not.
We hadn’t booked and the place looked full so I forged ahead and asked. “Sir have you got room for four unbooked people?”
“I am sure we can find some would the garden suit?”
I looked at the garden it was a half circle of grass bounded by tropical plants, including Bougainvillea displaying stunning red brats. In one corner of the lawn there are four unset tables, with large umbrellas covering them and nobody seated. Beyond the well kept green was the white sand of the beach and the clear blue of the lagoon, with nothing in the intervening 50 metres between us. At the head of the semicircle, built out across the sand from the lawn stood a brown wooden deck, on the deck a group of people gathered watching the waves crash on the reef as the light faded to darkness, The scene was a post card setting, just simply perfect.
In the foreground were white dressed tables lined along the edge of French windows that extended the length of the restaurant to provide the maximum vista of the gardens, the beach, the lagoon and the reef beyond.
“The Garden would be perfect” I responded.
Dinner was as good as the view, a spectacular compliment to each other, as if created together as one.
A perfect end to a wonderful holiday.