The island is so small, one never gets tired of it. Walking the streets and the roads we meet the same people every time, until one day they start greeting us in Spanish, Dutch or English, the three languages spoken on the island.
It feels like summer here, endless summer. It is spring for the birds. In late December they are gathering building material for their new homes. And what a better place than a Christmas tree in the church.
In December cruise ships start finding their way into the bay, staying a day, docking in the Capitol Kralendijk. Tourists scatter, signing up for water activities, fishing, swimming, sailing, taking rides on the pirate ship, rain or shine.
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| Sorry looking pirates |
Flamingos are tirelessly feeding in a small pond, attached to the sea by a narrow man made channel.
Late in the afternoon, when the sun is gentler, Polde and I dinghy into the marina and from there we walk by the shore on Kaya Playa Lechi, checking the moorings for the newcomers, hoping to spot old sailing friends.
Beautifully paved walkway is a main promenade for morning joggers and evening walkers to Kralendijk for a treat of ice crem or a beer in Karel's bar
Trees are precious on this desert island. This one was preserved by building the walkway around it.
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| One of the attractions on Bonaire are flamingos |
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| Everybody has a different recreational idea |
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| Lost and found |
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| Calabash tree |
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| Bonaire is divers' paradise |
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| Sailing school building |
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| A touch of Dutch style |
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| Cordia tree |
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| Cordia blossom |
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| Christmas in a cacti country |
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| Karel's Bar |
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| The sun setting behind Klein Bonaire |
