ABCs of Orangestad, Aruba

Anything other than the stretches of sunny beach ?

When we did the Panama cruise to the Caribbean in 2013, Orangestad, the capital of Aruba,  was one of our ports of call. Most travellers to the Caribbean head for the beaches. 

DrINK and I are least comfortable on the beaches simply because they are mostly treeless and too hot (we are baked enough back home). But surely there's more to the country. We find a group of people at the dock engaging a van for a tour of Orangestad, the capital, They could accommodate us. Our driver, a cheerful lady, does her promos - how wonderful the sights are and how popular the beaches are. We are prepared to be amazed.

ABCs

We are already aware that the island we are in belongs to the Netherlands ( a 9 hr 30min flight away), that also includes Bonaire and Curaçao, thus the name ABC islands. Our guide drives us along the beaches, the residential areas. We are made acutely aware of the Dutchness of it all. Even at the port the kiosks have unmistakable baroque Dutch characteristcs  - little ornamentation, symmetrical façades, flowing curves. The same is reflected in the tombstones. In the main shopping thoroughfare domes are also incorporated. There is lots of colour as we have seen in Dutch colonies in Luderitz(Namibia), Medan (Indonesia) and Malacca (Malaysia) to name a few. 

This rock is an attraction?

The biggest source of amusement comes next. We arrive at a park, alight and follow the guide. A few feet away there is a rock, more like a pile of rocks with a gap in the middle that seems like a cave. You walk up the steps to the top of the rock which is only a couple of metres high, about two storeys. This is a view point! We see a residential area spread out before us. 

Not a chance of losing your bearings

The trees are permanently bent in the direction of the wind, becoming a natural compass. They are the famous Divi Divi trees, unique to Aruba climate and terrain. They all point in a southwesterly direction due to the trade winds that blow across the island from the north-east.

Iguana soup anyone?

As we drive around the suburbs we have goat crossings and several iguana sightings. A few crossed our paths. It does not worry our driver. She shrugs it off, 'It'll makes good soup. Next time you visit come have dinner with me. I make a m_e_a_n soup.'  Check out the anatomy of an iguana and you'll see why it is highly prized for virility. Apparently iguana soup is common fare. 

Licence plates stand out 

We notice that the number plates are all in orange with white lettering, but don't think beyond that until we walk around the town. Many souvenir  shops had number plates in various colors for sale! Here's the low down. All vehicles in Aruba,  as in any other country, display licence plates as proof of registration. Owners renew their licence every year. In most countries the plate carries a validation sticker for the year renewed. Not in Aruba. How do you know if someone has not renewed his vehicle registration? Look at the colour of the plate. Guessed it ? They come in different colors, one for each year! The year we visited it was orange, the colour after which the city was probably named. If you have the wrong colour everybody will know you have not renewed your licence.That's  not all. The plate is valid only for the first half of the year. After that a metal tab is added to show validity for the 2nd half and that tab sports a reverse colour scheme.

Cool: Aruba Aloe

I've seen aloe in pots. My mother had one in a pot. But a whole field? Of course, tours almost always include a sovenir shop stop. But our stop is unusual. We are in Aruba Aloe factory where we're allowed to see how the gel is extracted and made into beauty and medical products. A must have for sun bathers. And, of course, visitors are keen to buy from the company which processes the finest Aloe in the world. The Aloe is grown and harvested and processed by the factory. The factory also has a museum because it has a history -- it was started in 1890.

Unabashed

We have time to ourselves after the tour so we walk around the colorful and vibrant shopping thoroughfare and then along the beach front hotels and beside the cars parked along the road beside the beach. At one point we were simply speechless and quickly turned to look elsewhere trying to suppress giggles while raising our eyebrows in disbelief. Right in front of us and elderly man opens the hatchback door of his wagon, pulls off his speedo and casually pulls on clothes. Too old to care, or is it a commonplace act? I  certainly do not want to find evidence to prove the latter.

Mother tongue unleashed

In the shopping area we come across a Swatch ( Swiss watches) kiosk. We speak to the salesman who seems to be an ethnic Indian. The accent gave it all away. He spoke our mother tongue, to our mutual delight. Tamil words rolled off our tongues as though unleashed with a vengeance after a few months of social exchanges predominantly in English.