The next day, we took off for the Isle of Pines to see what all this talk was about. The trip to Isle of Pines was probably one of our longest and roughest days at sea. Even in our cruiser guides it states, "Getting there can be a problem, as generally the passage is to windward." What should have taken us only four to five hours to get to, took us ten hours. The swells were so large that it felt like we were riding a bucking bronco the entire time as we rode up and down each wave. It was miserable… MISERABLE! A few times we thought about giving up, turning AMARA around and heading downwind straight for Brisbane. However, we just kept saying, "Let's go a little more" that by the time we wanted to head for Brisbane, but by then we were closer to the Isle of Pines and decided to just go for it.
Needless to say, the beautiful white sandy beach and turquoise waters were a sight for sore eyes. All I wanted to do the minute that we arrived was to just get out and walk around. So we did just that.
I have to say, that the Isle of Pines does not disappoint and was truly a paradise for us after such a grueling run that day.
