We went there by water taxi from Georgetown with our snorkeling gear after reading some of the previous reviews here. We got off the boat and back on another ~ any other ~ within the hour. First, we walked towards the Conch Shack past Chat'n'Chill, to what looked like a small bay with white sand and a clean beach that was away from all the boats that were moored. However, we didn't get past the mound of garbage that blocked the way. So we backtracked, decided to get something to drink at Chat'n'Chill and head in the opposite direction of where we had gotten off the boat. The bar turned out to be a frat boy's dream, inhabited by people baked and oozing alcohol fumes who had taken the shape of the bar and stool, in a William Burroughs type of zone, if you will. We were hungry too but the frying grease didn't have to be ingested to get stuck on our arteries. We took our drinks and headed to a quiet spot intent on, if not finding a decent spot to snorkel, at least enjoying the calm waters and otherwise peaceful atmosphere once you walked away from the booze-induced compulsory barside bonding. We met two women struggling with their dingy, from back home, who reminded us that we had traded an afternoon of beach, snorkeling and the comfort of our villa for something... meh. We didn't wait for the return ride we already paid for and hopped on the first water taxi that showed up. It was definitely not our cup of tea though the landscape itself is gorgeous, the taxi ride pleasant etc but unless you're lonely and desperate to hook up or to sweat yourself into a drunken stupor, you'll want to get back to take a shower and shake off the experience.
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