The sights and smells of Grenada are sometimes best inhaled with your whole being, such as when hashing with the HHH*, where, can't you just imagine walking through this 50 shades of Green with the orange-red cocoa pods dangling overhead?
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When we last left you we were in Tyrell Bay (Carriacou), where the Capt'N was busy respecting the beard.
The following is what's transpired since then.
Despite the Capt'N's love of racing we opted to not follow the dozen or so other boats that were making the voyage the same day as us, and opted instead to take our cruise on the windward side of Grenada.
It was a wonderful sail, just barely safely skirting the rocky edges of Les Tantes, and yet, we arrived in our home away from home of Mt Hartman Bay just a scant 6 hours later.
Since then we've said a wonderful hello to old friends, are missing our absent friends, have met new friends, and got ourselves sort-of-sorted and somewhat up-to-date.
Volleyball is back on the weekly list of activities,
as are way-too-early-in-the-morning Yoga/Pilates classes.
Way-too-early means class starts at 06:30, which is
way-too-early for Eeyore. However the early start to the day, followed by routine boat chores and then swim club type of exercise are all worth the effort.
We've resumed our Shopping Bus excursions (Survival Anchorage got himself a nice new green bus, and Cutty has one too!!). We've rewarded ourselves with ice cold fresh fruit smoothies and ice-cream stops all the while happily shopping back in the land of plenty.
We're back to half-price (or 2 for 1) pizza's, happy-hour meet-ups (and doesn't Secret Harbour now have The.Best.Wings.Ever??). As a result of many sticky fingers we are also busily taking care of our own laundry. We're writing To Do lists that need to correspond with the activities that are rattled off on the morning cruiser's net, our agenda calendar filling up way-too quickly.
Being stationary (and during rainy season) means the bow tarp has come out so we're not scrambling to close, then open, then close the hatches every ten minutes, or torrential downpour, whichever comes first.
Being in these hot and very fertile waters of Grenada also means that Banyan's bottom needs to be scrubbed and scraped free of way-too-rapid growth every couple of days,
but it also meant that the beard had to come off, as, and I quote the Capt'N here, "It wouldn't pass the CF FIT test and allowed water inside my snorkel mask".
I like the beard, but not on Banyan's bottom... so which comes first??
It means the vase, with gorgeous local flowers, can stay on the counter,
and it means that we're sort of antsy wondering what we're going to do with ourselves with this type of routine for the next 4 months.
We've happily attended our first Hash,
and after all the recent training sessions, we did it quite easily even jogging for parts of it. (It was, admittedly, one of the "easier" hashes we've ever done, parts of the trail being paved road, without much of an uphill to get-out-of-breath about).
and enjoying the oil-downs and BBQ chicken and 3 beer for 10EC after a sweat-of-a-hike.
We're thrilled to be back in the rainforest canopy that is Grenada although life is very noticeably drier than it was last season.
We've supplemented the Saturday HHH hashes with our own hikes rediscovering last season's trails, and, memory loss being what it is, inventing new ones,
and all of the above allowing us to inhale more spectacular Grenadian heights.
Such is (our) Life in Camp Grenada. Stay with us as we hunker down here for Hurricane Season. And perhaps even find time to blog about the topics you've requested we write about. Not to mention updating y'all on the many adventures we've had along the way that WiFi wouldn't allow us to tell you about. Bring it on!
* HHH = Hash House Harriers