Night from hell
17 December 2016 | Chatham Bay, St. Vincent
Wind, rain, sun. You name it we got it. No snow though
We finally left Grenada two weeks later than I had planned. Replacement of batteries was the next thing that needed to happen. Money is like fertilizer, it isn't any good if you don't spread it around. The area is getting pretty darn green around here.
John and his wife Zoe arrived on Sat. We moved Mile High Dream to St George's bay with hopes of a calmer anchorage. Nope that didn't happen. I am getting pretty used to rock and rolling all night long without the benefit of music. We escaped the constant movement by doing and island tour. A nutmeg factory right out of the 1900's, the best chocolate on the island, followed by a rum tour still making rum like they did in the late 1700's.
" You can have as much rum as you would lie when you finish the tour," the tour guide told us.
Waiting for the lunch break to end, they opened the water gates and the water wheel started turning. Over 80 people are employed here which became very apparent. Everything is done by manual labor. Sugar cane juice is heated in 10 foot wide cauldrons, then ladled by hand from one to another to another to boil off the water.
Finally we get to taste it. It has been aged maybe an hour while it get's transferred to the bottles.
"We can't export this and you are not able to take it back on the airplane with you either." He tells us.
"Why" we asked.
" The alcohol content is too high," were told.
" To say nothing about the manufacturing process that would made both OSHA and the FDA cringe." I think to my self.
The next day we headed north to Tyrell bay in Carriacou. Here we were able to check out of Grenada. We'll sort of. I arrived to customs and immigration with ships papers and passports in hand. Lew our buddy boat partner was at the table filling out his papers. The customs official looked at me and asked, " what time is it?"
" It is 20 minutes to four," I answered.
" It's too late. You should have come earlier."
I started to tell him he was open until four, but the look on his face told me to ask him politely what time he would be there in the morning.
Time to start drinking some beers with other cruisers I had sailed with last year and then head back to the boat.
Bedtime and all is well until 1:00 am when the squalls moved in. The weather exploded, rain, wind and more wind. Mile High Dream was pitched around like a cork in a washing machine. I stuck my head out of the hatch to see if the anchor was still holding. Still good. I ducked back down. More wind and rain and now the sounds of the anchor has changed. There would be no more sleep until this weather passes. The anchor was now dragging but suddenly it hooked on something and our reverse movement halted. Three hours later it finally calmed down enough to safely go down below and try to get some sleep.
The next morning I am greeted by " How did you sleep, I slept like a baby."
That was definitely not something I wanted to hear.
Off to Chatham bay on Union Island. Finally a nice calm anchorage to get some sleep.