The boat stopped off at a remote beach, surrounded by thick jungle. As much as you strained to see through the trees or look atop the jutting mountains in the background, there were no sign of any houses. If you just saw this beach, you would think the island was completely uninhabited.
We jumped into the dark waters and swam towards the beach. The beach was beautiful. The sand was completely black with the odd sprinkle of white sand that had been carried from a faraway beach. I had never seen sand this colour before! Black sand beaches are black in colour due to being composed of volcanic minerals and lava fragments. They are found in volcanic areas. St Vincent is a volcanic island and has a volcano called 'La Soufrière'.
Other than the colour of the sand, the beach felt the same as any other which I'd been on with the sand being soft underfoot. Behind the stretch of sand lay the jungle. The tall trees were alive with noises. The forest was likely filled with an array of birds, insects and monkeys, although none popped their heads through to say hi. I would have loved to explore the forest but perhaps that's an adventure for another day!
It was time to go snorkelling. The water looked black from the surface - likely due to the black sand on the seabed. When I popped my head under the water, the floor was alive with fish, swimming elegantly around corral.
The sky above our heads was darkening and the sea would surge every now and then with a large wave. Thus, the mood became somewhat frantic.
"A jellyfish!" Someone yelped.
That was enough to cause alarm although I didn't actually see any jellyfish.
One of my companions got caught up in a rough wave which dragged her along the seabed. She was left with a terrible wound to her thigh which could have been caused by scraping against sharp rocks or perhaps it could have even been a sting.
On that note, we boarded the boat once more and continued sailing down the coast.
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