December 6, 2013 , Ste Anne, Martinique
Une promenade, as translated, and defined by the dictionary, is a leisurely walk, one taken in a public place as a social activity.
After a restful almost 12 hour sleep we were waking up to a beautiful blue skied type of morning, and we heard the call of shore whispering "come, come, explore", as quietly and as gently as the waves that lapped against Banyan's hull, and then the ding-dang-dong of the church bells ringing in the hour, singing "it's time, time to get up!"
"Bon, et alors..." I asked Dave, "est-ce qu'on fait une promenade ce matin?".
The cruising guide describes Ste Anne as a "seaside town with a sleepy holiday atmosphere" and the houses and buildings that dot the shoreline are insignificant and small and shaded by the green hills that rise up behind them.
We find ourselves in the Windward Island of Martinique (part of France) and discovered (of course) by none other than Columbus in 1502, who found it full of snakes and as such, didn't stay very long (might this fearless explorer have had a fear of snakes?).
And as such, the actual Martinique flag,
depicting in each of its four corners the fer-de-lance vipers, native to Martinique. "Wonder if there's any hashes going on here?" we wondered, "already wary of where our footsteps might fall".
Every time we find ourselves heading towards shore, to explore a new village or town, there's always that small thrill of anticipation, of excited awareness, little tiny butterflies (or perhaps the indigenous fer-de-lance viper?) flitting in our tummies, never knowing quite what our first footsteps on land will lead us to discover.
We eyeballed the approaching dinghy dock and were pleased to see how sturdy it looked, almost brand-new, and one where dinghy can easily be tied to knowing she will be safe and sound while we're away.
Once locked on to the steel rings and look, lo and behold, for short people like me, climbing up the ladder to the top of the dock suddenly became acrobatically much easier than ungracefully hoisting myself up and over!!
We had a great view of the little town we were heading in to discover,
But first a gaze along the shoreline where the shallow waters showed the undulating sand formations crystal clearly, the photo-ops plenty and mesmerizingly beautiful,
the brown volcanic rocks on the shoreline helping to break the gentle waves, and if you stop and gaze intently for a second or three, the rocks come alive with a multitude of identically coloured crabs crawling all over them.
The little park that greeted us as we stepped off the dinghy dock, was, in our opinion, once again perfect for incoming cruisers, and had, we both agreed, an instant European feel to it all. A tourist bureau (too early to be open), garbage bins to deposit trash (free of charge) and "hello, they recycle!!", with benches to sit for a moment and enjoy the view, and ensure that our Banyan hadn't drifted away from us the minute we had left.
The canopied stalls void of sellers but definitely promises of what looked like a sleepy little town indeed.
Just ahead of us was l'église de Ste Anne, a small little church inviting us closer for a look, where if you take a moment to see,
you might get curious about the lower portion of it made with stone, and the steeple seemingly built yesterday with obviously modern materials.
The inside picture pretty and hushed with quietness,
time to move on, and we walked up a ways to find ourselves at the top of a hill with...
une Cimetière Panoramique. The above-ground tombstones each one unique and elaborate, and almost all adorned with plenty of colourful plastic flowers and behind, the pleasant view of the bay. A peaceful resting spot indeed.
Back down the street and towards the Marché we walked, and once again, the streets were quiet with morning sleepyness, and the couple of locals we spotted walking around each stereotypically carrying a baguette tucked under their arm, such a picturesque moment à la française.
At the end of the road we stumbled upon a marché in progress, FUN !! The vendors were quick to greet us with a heartfelt welcoming Bonjour and a beautiful smile. Not overly zealous to sell us anything, but eager to entice us to try a sample of This or That.
And there was more than plenty of This or That around, so much so that we didn't know where to turn. Tables upon tables of the usual crafty items one finds in places like this, but better yet, our noses sniffed out the bins of fresh fruit and vegetables (bags of fresh from the garden cherry red plump and ripe tomatoes, lettuce, avocados, grapefruits, oranges, papayes, melons, bananes and oh my, pineapples!!).
Then there were tables of rows upon rows of jars brimming with labels such as guava jam and banana jam and coconut jam and pepper puree and a curious green chow type of mixture called Sauce Chien (which loosely translated means Dog Sauce?). There were so many jars to choose from and I had no idea what to try first and what one could possibly use it all for... so many things to try.
There were more small baggies of spices to be seen and smelt, than I had seen or smelled back in Grenada,
curry and cocoa and peppers and ginger and cinnamon and vanilla beans and dill and fennel and anise seeds and oh the intoxicating smells had me in a tizzy. Think of the baking and the creating of feasts this would produce.
And the bottles and bottles of anything you can think of soaked in Rum... samples for the asking, and I even found a pretty pink one named after me.
There was a lady frying up some fresh accras (fritters) of fish or vegetables and in front of her, across on the road,
not a bus-stop as one might think, but a Crêpe stand.. can't wait for it to be open so we can sample another typically delicacy à la française.
The beach view from the market,
just begging you to stop, and completely inhale in the bright blueness that will allow you to melt into the peaceful tranquility that was, this morning, a quiet promenade through town, resulting with ah que oui, us carrying a baguette, well placed under our arm, home.
December 4, 2013 , Ste Anne, Martinique
This is the story of how we got from There to Here. Of course Dave asked (as I kind of knew he would), "I thought we were going from Here to There?"
Back then when we were There, WindGuru was showing a few consecutive days worth of peaceful green colours, arrows pointing the winds from an Easterly / South-Easterly direction which would allow us to sail along quite nicely towards North, in relative comfort and ease and so we planned to go, Go, GO!!!
"I'm pretty anxious to go, Go, GO!!!" said Dave, and I have to admit, I was too. We had really, really enjoyed Grenada and we were feeling a pull at our heartstrings as we headed away from the anchorage, the remaining masts seemingly waving good-bye,
but it was time to get moving and get adventurin'
Getting unglued from our anchorage was Step 1 in getting from There to Here. The plan was born that, if all went well with the WaterMaker fix, we would envision pulling an overnighter to Saint Lucia.
We got to X-Marine first thing in the morning. They installed, they tweaked, it started and then it stalled and stopped. Damn.
And so they un-installed it, they checked it and checked it again, they tweaked it, they re-installed, and they said it would work, and you know what? It worked. Shazzam!!
Checkout with Customs at the PLM marina was easy. And then with a way-too-quick hello, followed by an almost instantaneous good-bye, to friends Paul and Sheryl (Distant Shores) we almost found ourselves changing our minds!! It's always hard to leave good friends, especially when you haven't seen them in a while, and it took all we had in us not to stay behind for one more day so we could continue visiting with them !! Dinner next time !!
Our log book shows that our sails were up and we were gliding up the Grenadian Coastline by 14:05, and it was nice to feel the freedom of the wind on our faces, excited to be going someplace. We be finally adventurin' !!
The winds were good, just as predicted. The seas were good, just as forecasted. We sailed, just as planned. Our water maker hummed along, just as we had hoped.
There were a few dark patches along the way,
and yet we were lucky enough that all them clouds with promises of rain seemed to sidestep us.
We enjoyed supper watching the evening sunset
heeled at an angle while the winds continued to scream us along at almost 7 knots.
We were both feeling quite drained and tired though, and around 8-ish, as the winds continued to howl at a constant 20-25 knots, we made the call that we just didn't have it in us to want to continue going overnight at this pace. The clear skies that Passage Weather had shown weren't materializing and a few lightning flashes were seen off in the distance. The seas were building up as well making our ride a tad bouncier than expected.
It was all still do-able, and all in the adventurin'... but why? And so we changed direction and headed into the darkness that is an approaching land mass and the open bay of Chatham Harbour greeted us with just a few twinkling anchor lights, good, we weren't going to be alone !
Anchor procedures in the darkness of night proved to thankfully quite effortless, thanks to Radar showing us blobs of purple boats surrounding us as we inched closer into the blackness (there were quite a few boats there without anchor lights on and why??), and Dave and I executed our well routined choreography of unspoken hand signals that is called anchoring.
And so that ended almost 8 hours and (approx) 45 nm (we forgot to install our speed log) into our voyage. Sleep beckoned and we listened as we crashed hard, anchor alarm on just in case.
Waking up the next morning we debated over coffee as to what our next course of direction would be. The lull in the winds would make for a great visit to the Tobago Cays, and wait out the upcoming system in Bequia perhaps? But... looking at the weather we kept on hemming and hawing, which in hindsight proves that our souls weren't here for the stay.
Up anchor at 7 a.m. and off we went, the winds still blowing but a tad less than during the night, the seas a tad calmer as well. Doesn't everything seem calmer during the visibility of daylight hours?
We checked in with Coconut Telegraph over coffee, munched on breakfast as we sailed by Bequia, and enjoyed lunch as we kind of motor-sailed in the calmness past Saint Vincent.
There wasn't much to look at during the day other than a few flying fish scattering in all directions as we glided past. The AIS hit a few targets, our attention caught on a container ship off on the horizon,
We were really hoping to reach the mooring balls by the Magnificent Saint Lucia pitons before sunset, but our timing was off by just a couple of hours, dommage !
The rain squall off in the distance was quite prettily illuminated,
as the sun set with its spectacular colours,
In the total darkness of night we glided by a cruise ship.
And we agreed on three more hours, choosing to settle in Rodney Bay and go to bed with the restful knowledge that we were There!
Rodney Bay is another easy night-time harbour to enter, and we were soon scanning the approaching shoreline for an empty spot for us. We'd been here before so that helped our mental image of the place, the coast littered with lights of town which made spotting the anchor lights a little more difficult, however once again the radar confirmed what we were seeing.
Rodney Bay is not reputed to have the greatest anchoring and on our second attempt we dug in hard enough to satisfy Banyan for the night. We were both exhausted and fell asleep to the soca-thumping beat of the nearby bar blasting its incessant beat.
We covered 98.5 more nm today, in a total of 15 hours.
The soca thumping drums of the nearby bar were still blasting their beat at 5 am waking us up and once again we found ourselves hemming and hawing, debating on whether we should stay or go.
If we stayed we would have to clear customs, pay the required fees and Saint Lucia offered much that we wanted to explore...
The other hand was required to check the clues appearing in the ever present weather. Bottom line was that we had another day (possibly two) of do-able travel ahead of us but wherever we were going to settle is where we were going to stay for well, quite some time.
Was Saint-Lucia going to be the Here we were looking for? It was soon going to get very busy with the incoming ARC boats. We didn't need to shop/provision or purchase anything and we certainly weren't toe tapping to the beat of the drums.
Martinique was the next island up the chain, and we did some quick research, found reports of a small, quaint, sleepy little French town (with beautiful beaches) called Ste Anne and voila... one more passage was born.
One more crossing added 4 more hours and 25 more nm to our journey.
And as the anchor settled in Ste Anne, in not even 15 feet of blue waters clear to the sandy bottom, 169 nm and 27 hours later, we both happily exclaimed,
"We are Here!"
November 30, 2013 , Mt Hartman Bay, Grenada
I'm not a patient person.
I always thought I was. In fact, I prided myself on being one of the most patient people I knew. Of course, patience is great, if you're in control of everything, and everything goes how you want it, when you want it, as you want it, in the time you want it to.
Funny what happens to patience when you have none of the above !!
And patience, when living on island time, is a must have. Things move at a naturally slower pace down here. It is one of the reasons we escaped the hectic hamster wheel type of life we were living. We wanted slowness and we wanted it now! We wanted lots and lots of slowness. A Whatever, Whenever type of attitude, the Spanish say it so well, mañana man !!
The thing we weren't expecting though is that this slowness we wanted and craved and came looking for, comes with a few side effects we weren't quite anticipating, like the need for patience. You can totally believe in a let-go attitude, until you're the one who needs to let-go, sit back, and relax! (Because you just know that an exercise in patience comes at the worst possible time!)
We've been playing the role of "waiters" this past week. Hanging around watching others leave for destinations unknown, we've been eager to get going ourselves (and why??), but having to wait around for the weather to change. Which happens in a blink of an eye,
and as you can see in the photo above, it's sunny where we are, and yet the foggy looking cloud by the mountains is incoming rain, close the hatches!
We want to head Somewhere Opposite of South-of-Somewhere, (aka North-ish!). And in order for the sail up-island to be pleasant (and sail-able), all that is required is a bit of East and South-East in the winds. Not much to ask, of the Weather Gods, but not an easy weather window to capture these days.
And then one came up, and on our way to position in St-Georges, our trusty and wonderful WaterMaker hit one too many hiccups too for our liking. We decided that it was best get it looked after now and here as Sint-Maarten is a ways away to live without our own water producing abilities, do-able certainly, however...
So we were in the perfect location to have it looked after. A phone call later and X-Marine had us appointed in the very next morning. It got looked at, diagnosed, and we went back 'round the corner to the home that is Mt Hartman Bay. To wait.
Wholesale Yacht Parts looked after ordering the parts almost right away (not without some poking and prodding, mañana man! Once ordered though, they got shipped, and would you believe arrived on overnight delivery (someone in the good ole U.S. of A is on the do-do-do hamster wheel!) the very next day.
And it was all supposed to happen first thing Friday morning, except somehow it didn't. We got Banyan ready to go, bow tarp off, dinghy secured, ready for an hour and a half at sea... and then waited for that phone call from Wholesale Yacht Parts first thing in the morning, as promised. And waited. And waited.
The much-needed pick-up from the Fed-Ex office and delivery to X-Marine didn't happen till way after lunch, (and doesn't that set your gourd on fire?? especially since X-Marine and Fed-Ex are almost, literally, across the street from each other?) and by then it was too late for us to come back up 'round the corner, and the technicians to receive rebuild and install, and it being a weekend coming up, well it'll be a few mañana's later, man. So now we're booked in "first thing Monday morning". Another Mañana, man!
All in all, we got great service, from all concerned. X-Marine is right there ready for us "first thing Monday". Wholesale Yacht Parts is understandably quite busy, but once on the job, sourced the pieces well.
With all this waiting around though we got to stay in the comfort that is currently our Grenadian home for a few more days, swimming, volleyball-ing, doing Yoga, hanging with friends, enjoying, and that's always fun times!
Best of all, we got to go to the Saturday morning market in the City, something we hadn't experienced, yet.
The street vendors packed under the colourful umbrellas of their booths, quite eager for your attention,
and hard-pressed to let you go once they have it. These are master-sellers, but having spent quite some time here now, it's getting easier and easier to manipulate the conversation, walk-away without necessarily buying EVERYthing, and without feeling bad about it.
The rickety stalls so pretty in their colourful arrays of fresh fruits and vegetables. Tomatoes are still hard to find. No Mangoes (yet) although we've seen a few trees bearing fruit that is just starting to ripen. Plenty of juicy paw-paws their insides bursting with flavour (we bought two), gargantuan bright yellow plantain's, soursop's, grapefruits and mandarin oranges and all with plenty of ants crawling around on everything that came from the just freshly picked Grenadian soil.
This is local and organic at its best! The locals so helpful, and with a quick smile they bid you good-morning and explain how to prep or what something is. Like breadnut. A tiny nut like object, that needs peeling of the skin (twice over) and tastes somewhat like our chestnut. That is one of the reasons I am falling in love with this place... such friendliness and wonderful smiles that reach the very corners of everyone's eyes.
There was a cruise ship in town,
and the Cruise Ship Mall was open so we ventured in for a look see just for fun, saddened that the many tourists who come all the way from their home countries are proud to say they visited Grenada and yet so many packed the Subway restaurant, reminiscing of home, without venturing out the door. A whole different feel in here.
Shademan's (aka Patrick) bus was always ready and waiting for us once we were done,
so nicely decorated for the upcoming Christmas season,
and we rocked and rolled our way back home along the bumpy and windy Grenadian Streets, Shademan honking his horn to tell others we were coming 'round the corner, all the while listening to Jingle Bells and Frosty the Snowman (with a decidedly soca-beat) that makes it all so very different and almost surreal.
We came home with way too much food-stuffs (did we forget that people up-island have stores as they need to eat as well?), and with an island that has so many chickens and roosters running wild across the lawns and streets, why-oh-why can we never find any eggs? Anywhere??
And so the lesson in patience was well practiced this time around. What's one more day (or two, or three?) spent waiting (and falling into old habits that bring forth the complaining and frustration and finger tapping).
If there's no eggs to be found anywhere (on the entire island!), then make some bacon tomato sandwiches (on gluten free english muffins), right? If the phone call isn't coming, put the phone away, and do something else as you know deep down inside, it's all like watching a tea kettle come to boil, it seemingly never does.
Spend your precious time that is life doing something, anything, rather that sitting there waiting (and stewing about it!). Venture forth and discover something new and different and exciting in your own backyard if need be. Then all that time spent waiting, will feel instead like you're living, like a day gained with so much more that feeds the soul.
November 24, 2013 , Grenada
Rum is Banyan's Favourite Drink. Dark Rum and Water actually. Add a few ice cubes and a slice of lime. For us, it's a perfect sundowner to be had when sharing the evening with Each Other, or with Friends/Family, or Simply Watching the Setting Sun.
So weren't we excited to learn that Grenada was hosting the 4th annual Caribbean Rum & Beer Festival and although our water maker issues delayed our original plan of attending this Festival on Friday, we were still able to make Saturday's event.
But first there was a craving for wings that needed satisfying and the place to go (from the last time we were there) was the Grenada Yacht Club. After placing our order, we found ourselves having over an hour's wait which sort of set an unfavourable, perhaps won't return (??) mood. When the wings finally arrived some of the meal was cold. Never a fun time when anticipation gets disappointed.
Nevertheless we were full, and together with friends Doug and Wendy (Nahanni River), Dirk (Evening Ebb), Glenn and visiting friend Lorne (Amoray), it was time to head out and sample us some rums. We grabbed the Number One bus which arrived promptly on time, and remember with no bus schedules to speak of, promptly on time 'round here is a little vague.
This time it meant that we got to the road, carefully crossed it, turned around just as the bus came zooming round the corner. Before it even stopped the conductor had the door open, and we quickly got in and exchanged good afternoons all around. We got dropped off just at the roundabout by the mall where we had a short walk down the street, in the hot afternoon heat. Nothing like a bit of sweat-on to ensure we'd be ready for some sampling by the time we got there n'est ce pas?
It was 25$ EC to gain entrance and get the green all you want to sample admittance band, however Dirk was a little disappointed that there were no t-shirts available to be bought. As were we all, dommage.
The Caribbean Rum & Beer Festival began in Barbados in 2010 where it was held for two years. Grenada has been hosting it since then. As we walked by the outside booths, the white hatted and white aproned young chefs in-training were whipping up treats infused with rums, but given the long lineup we opted to go inside and come back later.
Inside we were met with tables upon tables of rum exhibitors. Not to be outdone, the Rum Cakes exhibitor was also around with lots of samples to try to satisfy any sweet tooth around.
There were (one-too-many) rums to sample,
as well as many cocktail concoctions. This one entitled The Green Flash,
a few in between, entitled with every colourful word you can imagine, but all made with pineapple juice, orange juice, rum and a splash of this or that....
to the "Red Stuff" featuring the White Black Cat Rum from Suriname
Although not a white rum drinker, this concoction made with cranberry juice, grenadine syrup and white rum was perfectly and very deliciously refreshing, and proved to be our favourite. Her next jug included a splash or two of lemon juice, just as we had suggested, and she was quite forgiving of our one-too-many trips to her booth for samples. The bottle was available for sale but at $30 US a bottle we found it a tad too pricey.
There was also 10 Saintes beer to be tasted,
just as the label shows, beer aged in Mount Gay (I believe) rum casks. I didn't quite care for it, but always nice to try something different.
I think that on a personal note, had I not had all those sticky sweet rum punches, I would have enjoyed the samplings much more, especially the Clarke's Court Spicy Rum, which carried with it a hefty punch on the palate. When we went outside to get some taste-samplings from the white hatted chefs, we found the whole table to be packed up and gone. Lesson learned, never pass up free samples of food, even if it means waiting in line...
It was quite dark by the time some of us swaggered away, and we ended up exploring the other side of the mall area, heading directly for the Sushi Restaurant where we stopped for a bite. This time we were served within minutes of having placed our order (but then, this is Sushi right?) The food was great, and we vowed we would return there!
After our Sushi-Snack, we were back on the road walking towards the bus-stop (this was town after all), when the bus zoomed by and careened to a stop beside us, the conductor opening the door, and inviting us in. One by one we went in, the door closed, the bus moved perhaps two feet, and then it stopped. We all looked at each other, in a oh-oh type of way. The conductor had a quick conversation with the uniformed officer in the unmarked truck that had stopped us and came back, looked at us, and said:
"You get out, now!".
Once we were out, he told us that he wasn't allowed to pick us up at a non-bus-stop area.
"Ya, but didn't he stop for us?" we wondered?
"You walk up there, to the stop, 'man" he said, and sure enough we could see it from where we were.
Two minutes later, (ok, perhaps three minutes if you're swaggering home from a rum festival like we were) we got there, and got back into the same bus, that had driven there, and waited for us.
The best part of the events of the past few days was to have attended the Festival just after having visited one of the oldest rum distilleries, River Antoine, during our Island Tour with Cutty the other day.
Very basically Rum is usually distilled from the juice of Sugar Cane (in its many derivates). The River Antoine Distillery dates from 1785 and still uses the same recipe (and by the looks of it, the same equipment),
using the water from River Antoine to propel the wheel,
that crushes the sugar cane,
all fed through the press,
and the men, each one with a specific job to do,
like this guy, carting the crushed sugar cane (referred to as Bagasse) in the rickety cart with right wheel about to fall off, down the rail-ways and dumped into large piles and left to dry in the hot Grenadian sun.
The Bagasse is used to fuel the Boiler House and also as mulch to grow... the sugar cane.
Quite an informative tour this was. This handmade rum, with no yeast to ferment it, uses nothing but the force of the water, and the natural yeasts in the air to ferment the boiled sugar cane juice/syrup in an 8 day process,
and ends up in contraptions such as this (actually known as dual pot stills)
that somehow gets bottled and at 138 proof, ugh, tasted very much like... I don't know, gasoline? Lighter Fluid? Yeesh...
And so now you know why we were so thrilled to get ourselves some "real rum" samplings,
at the Festival !!
Cheers... Here's to Rums, Festivals and Friends.
November 22, 2013 , St George's Anchorage
It was glorious but not really devious - although we had hatched a plan !! The plan was we were going to sail out of Mt Hartman Bay, follow the markers and stay clear of the reefs, go 'round the corner (Pt Saline) and find our way to anchor just outside St George's, wait for the most excellent weather coming up on the weekend, and then start adventuring' North.
(Being sailors and cruisers, we well know what happens with Plans, don't we?)
After stocking up on provisions, doing last minute laundry, getting one more Yoga Class in, and one more Volleyball game in, we then (oh dread !!) found ourselves cleaning and scrubbing and scraping our anchor chain trying to remove the two inches or more of grassy growth that had accumulated on there this past month!! Then, with all that said and done, we felt we were finally ready to go !!
Before long, Mt Hartman Bay was almost just a great memory,
the cliffside homes and lighthouses offering up some magnificent views as we sailed by.
If you were flying into Grenada, you'd be landing just there...
We were having a nice ride of it, the seas relatively calm, winds just right,
so out comes the jib,
and we motor sailed along, as we simultaneously generated some power, and turned on the water maker to fill up our tanks.
This area is always a vibrant piece of water to get through, the currents can either push you along, or slow you down, and depending on wind direction can make your ride a bit unpleasant. Thankfully we had neither of the above, and even spotted friends on Amoray, who were out and about enjoying some great sailing weather themselves.
Then wouldn't you know it, something just had to happen. The red light on the watermaker panel clicked on and it stopped working. It has been rather finicky lately and we've both been dealing with that knot in your stomach feeling that comes when you know something isn't quite right and will soon give way every time you turn it on, you know?
I took control of the helm while Dave performed a few quick inspections: no leaks (good!!), no pressure (not good!!) and a few "hmm, wonder if..." moments. We figured it was best to keep the thing off after a few tries at starting/re-starting it, and were, as a result, purging more water than we had on hand to purge.
Once around the corner and out of the turbulent washing machine effect, we kept motor-sailing ever closer to St-George's with its unmistakeable view of the picturesque clay coloured "fish-scale" tile roofs that is the Carenage.
We dropped anchor and once felt settled in, had a swim on it just to make sure. We splashed into the 20 foot depths of blue water under our keel, loving it's see clear to the bottom clarity and cool freshness after the last couple of hours out and about in the high heat of the afternoon sun, until the view through the snorkel mask had me realize with shock that I was seeing nothing and swimming in nothing but blobs and blobs (and more blobs) of jellies! They were everywhere!! I was surrounded by small, see through, round, jelly like BLOBS, and that was enough of that, I was out of the water ten times quicker than I had gotten in. UGH !
That adventure over, some vinegar on the jelly stings and we had a phone call to make. X-Marine was accommodating and super responsive to our late afternoon request. "Sure..." they said, "c'mon in tomorrow first thing, we'll take a peek at it" and after that was said and done, we could relax into the evening,
but not until we first dinghied over to PLM to meet up with everyone for a few reunion hugs and some of their famous PLM rum-punch!
Back on the boat that night, we spent a god-awful, sleepless night rolling from side to side with the swell and grumpily got up some very long hours later so that we could arrive at the dock the next morning at the appointed hour. No sooner had we entered the channel then the rolling motion ceased and we instantly felt better, as we pulled up alongside X-Marine's dock with ease, keeping an eye on the depth, relying on their assurances that there was "more than enough water" for our 6'4" draft. And there was, barely. Although given the reputation of the Bay, I'm sure there was many feet of soft muck.
Long story short, the water maker's pump needs a new pressure gauge, a few brushings and things, but other than that, they couldn't find anything too drastically wrong with it, which we suppose is a good thing. X-marine's dock however, was close to the noise of the main road, and by the end of the day, we opted to head into PLM for some secure dock time, eagerly anticipating a quiet night of sleep.
So we're here for a few days more, while the parts are sourced, and looks like we're not leaving Grenada (yet), but are attending the 2013 Rum and Beer Festival.
November 21, 2013 , Mt Hartman Bay, Grenada
The day started off sunny and beautiful and hot,
and most definitely, quite picture perfect !!
Dave forgot his shoes, which easily happens to both of us,
as we more often than not, easily live life barefoot 'round here. A quick trip back to the boat to get them was all that was needed, and Dave was back before we could blink.
All in all, however, it was a wonderful day and we were off to Tour the Island with Cutty.
We saw SO much and learned SO much, sweated SO much and laughed SO much, as we clambered in and out of Cutty's Van (way too many times to count!), as he would stop every few minutes (seconds!!) to have us discover and taste and see something typically Grenadian.
In that vein of thought, you can link to my initial thoughts and tastings a guest appearance on my friend's Food 4 Thought Blog. Check it out !!
There will be more blogs on what we saw and did that day, so please bear with us and stay tuned.
In the meantime, we're off to discover more, photograph more, so that we can blog more... namely the 2013 Grenadian Rum and Beer Festival, happening today!