The Crown Point Beach Hotel sits right on the beach at CrownPoint on the western end of the island. Everything you could want or need is within walking distance of the hotel, and if you simply want to relax, swim in the pool, and do nothing, you never need to leave the hotel. All the facilities are first rate, and you never want for anything.
Sunsets are right at your back patio because all the rooms face the beach and the Caribbean Sea beyond. A gentle breeze floats through the tropical vegetation and palm trees sway as it passes. Waves roll onto the beach and sounds of the surf and the wind sighing through the trees tickle your senses. We could not have asked for anything more.
Shortly after settling into our rooms at the hotel we walked a half block to an open air market seemingly built to cater to both hotel guests and cruise ship visitors. The place just had that air to it, but the vendors’ wares were unlike what we customarily find at those places. This one was unique; clothing could be sewn to order; wood carvings were unique to Tobago; there were unusual finds everywhere.
We located a vendor who offered glass bottomed boat tours and reef snorkeling. After explaining that Joy would not be able to climb into the boat from the beach, we were told she would be able to board from a dock down the road a bit, so we booked a trip to the reefs for the afternoon.
Well, there used to be a dock, but perhaps remnant of an old dock would be a better description now. No worries though; once the boat, the Miss Ayana, was firmly tied to the rocks ashore, Curtis, our boat captain, just lifted Joy like a doll and carried her onto the boat! No big deal, we were ready to go. Most of these glass bottomed boats are strongly built for the abuse they endure, and our trip out and through a gap in the reef went smoothly.
On the way we passed a ketch anchored close to the fringing reef, quite a distance from shore. As we looked at the yacht from shore, we wondered if he’d anchored there to try to avoid the ever present roll and surge at Crown Point, but we soon realized he rode no better than boats moored closer to shore. It would be one long, wet dinghy ride if he chose to come to town.
Our close up look at this yacht’s anchorage and then later, at several others around the island assured us we’d made the right decision leaving the boats back in Chaguaramus. This photo was taken on a very calm day.