Neat place. Dunno if their law still requires it, but you fly into Caicos, and then to leave you take a local puddle jumper to Grand Turk for the return flight to the States. Local puddle jumper means 1,000 feet AGL, so you can look at the sharks, and smell the fresh veggies being toted by local passengers. Sorta informal flight; the copilot yells back, "Hey! Buckle up your lap strap; Big Daddy's about to leave!"
We taxied past a lot of crunched dopers' planes.
My motel on Caicos was about $100/day. On the west side of the tiny island, right by the water. A dive boat's flag was maybe forty feet out, where the bottom drops off vertically to some 2,000 feet.
Coming back, I stayed at a big motel/club deal on Grand Turk. Miss Turks & Caicos had placed third in the Miss Universe contest, so they were having a helluva party. I fell in with some Canadians for a while ("The states are a great place to shop, but I wouldn't want to live there.") and a localized "boat tramp" from Fort Liquordale, Florida.
I had a good time. Didn't meet many local residents, but the ones I met were easy to get along with.
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