Honey Pond

Our stay in the dutch part of St. Martin wasn't very long. A couple of days in Philipsburg watching the cruise ship crowd, and then a day in Honey Harbour - or make that Oyster Pond. Anybody who has ever gone to Canada may know Honey Harbour. It's right off one of the tributaries to one of the Great Lakes, Georgian Bay.

We did a trip to Canada a while back and we once visited this place and while the scenery must have been wonderful, a room in the only hotel was 300 US$ a night. A bit steep, certainly for our taste. Never mind it had a private bubble pool. I then delivered my since famous line "All right, I'll go get my wife in the car". After which I hopped into our rental car, drove off swiftly and we checked into the cheap motel we'd seen on the highway 15 miles back. We've never seen Honey Harbour in daylight.

This time round, we went to the marina office only to be told the private mooring we were on was 46 US$, actually exactly the same amount as we'd be charged berthed in the marina. But if we came into the marina, we might get a discount.

So we slipped the rope of that mooring and tucked into the farthest corner of the pond, after first snorkeling to look for hidden dangers on the bottom.

We met a Canadian guy later that night whilst having a drink in the bar who we told we were anchored. He was incredulous, only believing we'd actually anchored there after I also told him we'd already crossed an ocean. He'd chartered from there and hit bottom three times while getting into the marina. He wasn't paying the berthing fees, and he was impressed we'd gotten away with it.



We used to refer to ridiculously priced accomodation as "Honey Harbour" since our trip to Canada. Now, we have renewed that habit to outrageously priced marinas and half the time refer to Oyster Pond as... Honey Harbour.