Along the way, we met up with some wild goats on the side of the road. We’d seen some goats in Aruba also, but they were near houses so I thought they might have been tame. These were clearly wild ones – all the size of American pygmy goats – who were merely out looking for some lunch. Not two minutes after we stopped to get a picture of these goats (all the while, at least 3 of us were making goat bleats in the car – which was hysterical because the echo in the car made it sound like the herd of goats was in the car with us) another herd of wild goats went trit-trotting across the road in front of us. My camera has a delayed shutter so the goats were almost across by the time I got the photo. I kept expecting to see a goat-crossing sign, like the deer-crossing signs back home, but no such luck. Guess the drivers just need to be on the alert for rampant goats!
After we all made goat-bleating noises for a few more miles, we made it back to town and began the search for a gas station. This time, we were going to fill the car ourselves, because in Aruba the station attended only half-filled it and we got smacked with a big penalty by the rental place (can you say “conspiracy”?).
We got back to the pier, returned the car, and headed back toward the ship. One last purchase for me: a bottle of banana cream liqueur and a bottle of pistachio cream liqueur – I know, I know, it sounds perfectly horrid but it was actually pretty good (they had tastings available). And it was bottled in Curacao, so it was a legitimate touristy purchase!
