Our stop of the day is Half-Moon Cay, which you won't find in any guide book. It turns out to be an island owned by the cruise company.
The global view is stunning. 
Right in front of us, zooming by, is... Roy Hargrove.
The beach is unbelievable. The sand is blindingly white, and of a texture I have never felt. It is so soft that it almost feels like foam. It's an amazing sensation.
The water is a bit cold to be really comfortable, but we are happy to lounge in one of the gazillion chairs spread out all along the beach. You're not bothered by the neighbors, either.
Up close, it's very Disney. With a back channel built so that the boats used to disembark us are not visible from the idyllic, interminable white sand beach. There is a fake village square, and a small wooden church. All white. By the time we get there, all but the Tshirt store are closed. Even the little post-office is closed. I understand that it's Saturday, and that any decent post-office is going to be closed. But, once again, the island belongs to the cruise company. It lives for the ship. There is nothing here, other than housing for the 40 something crew who stay on at all times. Incomprehensible.
Right in front of us, zooming by, is... Roy Hargrove.
He is stylish with the ship's signature blue towel around his neck. But he's quite rude - he does take a picture when asked, but without a word, and dashes away as fast as possible. Diva attitude here again, as he did last night during Gambarini's set. The dude ain't no Dianne Reeves.
The beach is unbelievable. The sand is blindingly white, and of a texture I have never felt. It is so soft that it almost feels like foam. It's an amazing sensation.
The water is a bit cold to be really comfortable, but we are happy to lounge in one of the gazillion chairs spread out all along the beach. You're not bothered by the neighbors, either.
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