When we arrived at Aruba, the airport reminded us of some of the smaller airports we see in India. The taxi ride to the Hotel also reminded us of the rickshaw rides, but safer. The air was hot and moist. We got a glimpse of downtown Oranjestad; the driver explained we could get Indian food.
The Aruba Marriott Surf Club was excellent. We got a room overlooking the garden, though our contract said we would get an Ocean View room. After a couple of calls to the front desk, we were given the room on the top-most floor. The view was fabulous, with ocean view almost 180 degrees. I thought the investment in timeshare was worth it; else we wouldn’t even have ventured to look into these kind of rooms that go for $500 a night.
The Atlantis submarine ride was unique; it took us to a depth of 135 feet. After a swin in the Ocean and the Surf club’s lazy river, I got the cold bug and was down with a sore throat for 3 days. I couldn’t do much those three days. Finally I managed to take the Aruba tour which was well worth it. It took us around the 14 mile long island in just about 4 hours. The lunch at the African restaurant was good with pumpkin soup and bread.
The Natural bridge had collapsed in 2005; the waters on the other side of the island is much rougher due to the winds.
Night doesn’t stop man anymore; the beaches are filled with restaurants with live music filling the air. We would enjoy listening after our dinner at the room. We ate out just twice thanks to a fine kitchenette. After seven days, we headed back home; me still working on the sore throat, counting myself lucky it wasn’t H1N1.