We rose early and had our last breakfast on board. Our luggage had been toted down to the hold and we were ready to take an excursion to view the small, desert island of Aruba. The passport control by the Aruba Customs agents took an unbelievable amount of time, but we were on the bus and headed out to see cactus after cactus on the sun drenched landscape. The most interesting stop was at the ‘Natural Bridge’ along the north shore. The old bridge collapsed over 10 years ago, but a new ‘baby bridge’ is now being carved out of the shore by the constant wave action of this very rough part of the ocean.
It costs a dollar to use the restroom and drinks are even more costly since everything has to be imported on this true desert island. Gold had been the lure of the early settlers from Europe, but none was readily found until a Spanish Group discovered it lying on the ground, ready for the picking. They snuck it away to the nasty shore and cleaned it in what is now a ruin on the cliff – the Bushiribana Gold Mill.
The final stop before the airport was a mound with natural formations and a few unnatural ones.