Volume 12 Issue 1 » 75
Just beyond, wind and waves have carved limestone cliffs into
wondrous formations. We stop to see two natural bridges. The larger
has collapsed. Joining others, we walk gingerly atop the remaining
baby bridge.
Heading southwest now, we enter the seaside fishing town of
Savaneta. A skull and crossbones flag identifies Zeerover, a popular
seafood café. A local explains the large marble statue next door,
“That’s Betico Croes, father of Aruban independence.” Placing
lunch orders at the window, we settle around a wooden table facing
the sea. Little fishing boats line a small dock, most from Venezuela
just twenty-seven kilometres away. Baskets of crispy prawns, fresh
snapper, plantain and small Dutch pancakes soon appear. The
delectable seafood is worth savouring every morsel while we sip cold
Balashi beer.