The sun sets over Piscadera Bay.

The rapidly setting sun provided a beautiful backdrop to the circling birds and the last few hardy boaters of the day.

My eye was drawn to this boat left on the shore; carefree, like the island itself. Can you tell that this was at the same location as the previous picture?

The cliffs at Westpunt rise 100 feet above the water, while the bay is dotted with small boats.

This hat was not actually for sale. It was a display prop in a store that sold women's clothing. We were in town for the day and Janet was desperate for shelter from the intense sun. She convinced the store owner to sell her the hat for the princely sum of five dollars. I tried hard not to laugh when I saw her wearing it. It was often windy on the island and the hat blew away several times, its giant rim acting as an aerodynamically perfect aileron.

Janet gazed over the water and pondered whether the surf, ceaselessly pounding the beach, would swallow her up. It didn't.

These lawn chairs, briefly free from sunbathers, were taking a break from their lawn chair duty and leaning back for a quick snooze.

"All right, Mr. DeMille, I mean Mr. Sanei, I'm ready for my close-up!" exclaimed this star.

The Hato Caves are filled with stalactites and stalagmites. Slavery was abolished in Curaçao in 1863; prior to that time, escaped slaves would use the caves to hide. I applied a special technique to keep both shadow and highlight detail in this image. For an explanation, click here.

I was lucky enough to photograph this wasp at Hato Caves without getting bitten.

The fowl on Curaçao are strangely reminiscent of those on Kaua'i. These two were wandering around Park St. Jozefdal.

We rented a little car one day to drive around and see some of the more remote sights on the island.

We stopped at Playa Kalki near Westpunt for some ice cream. Was it Janet's pregnancy-related food cravings, or the intense heat of the midday sun? We'll never know. Here, have another pickle.

Somehow, Janet convinced me to wear The Hat, and photographic evidence of this fact remains.

This tree provided me with a bit of much-needed shade as I lounged on the beach at the hotel.

This fruit stand was one of many food sources in the market along the river through Willemstad, the island's capital.

This boat was anchored in the river separating Willemstad into its two component parts, Punta and Otrobanda.

What sights await the wayward visitor atop these stairs?

The buildings of Willemstad, the capital of Curaçao, offers the eyes a sumptuous feast of colour.

We stopped for a quick lunch at this restaurant in the Museum Kura Hulanda, in Willemstad.

This is a view of Willemstad.

Playa Jeremi was one of the many secluded beaches that dot the island's coast.

The gardens lining the way to our hotel were lush with local flora, lending an air of tropical paradise to the beachfront resort.

A new development was going up along Piscadera Bay. We walked past it on our way back to the hotel from Willemstad. These Bougainvilleas were growing wild.

There were countless more Bougainvilleas lining the entrance to the hotel.

This is what the flowers looked like up close.