04/16/2014, The Saints, Guadeloupe
Ken has been a Ham radio operator for about 30 years now, long before he ever considered the cruising life. At one point, he had a "Ham shack" where he had his radio equipment set up, and antennas carefully disguised (and sometimes not so carefully disguised) so that he could talk to people around the corner or around the world. This has been his hobby for a while. He built his first radio when he was 12. I'll get around to getting my Ham licence one of these days - I need to be in Canada to get my Canadian licence.
Now that we are on the boat, he has once again started to get back into the "DX" thing, which is Ham speak for trying to contact distance stations. He has contacted all corners of the United States, got Ireland and Bulgaria, and we heard Bangkok the other night, too. Ken's "VE0SH" call sign can confuse some people into thinking he is "merely" a Canadian station, but the "VE0" actually means Canadian maritime mobile. There aren't too many of them out there. The "SH" in the call sign is for Silverheels. When Hams start picking up on him as a maritime mobile on a boat in the Caribbean, this can garner a little attention. However, never has there been so much attention as the other night in Montserrat.
The "DX" night started out slowly on the 17m band, but then Ken got into a conversation with one guy out near Seattle. After that, there was a pile up of hams trying to contact Ken. The "VP2M" addition (for Montserrat) to his call sign, in addition to him being a maritime mobile, made him a hot commodity in the world of Ham radio operators. By the time he packed it in at about 10:00 pm (we were getting up early the next day to head to Guadeloupe so he had to cut it short) he had made contact with 22 Hams in the U.S. and one in Brazil (where were the Canadians?).
The neatest and most gratifying "QSO" (contact or conversation) was with Chad (WE9V) in Wisconsin. Chad is a regular reader of this blog, and has hopes to get a boat and come down here one day. Chad, I hope your daughter forgave you for the late night trying to get us! It is just so cool to make contact with someone in two different ways. We could have ratchet-jawed with him a lot longer except for the pile up and his daughter waiting for him.
The funny thing is, we aren't particularly successful on the maritime SSB frequencies that are popular with cruisers, but we boom on the other frequencies (maybe that is just as well). However, Ken has had fun participating in the "Friendly Net", an Eastern Caribbean net that goes in the morning, and is just casual chatting - VERY Caribbean!
If any of you are Hams, Ken is often found on 17m after about 2300 Zulu (18.150 - 18.168). Just cast an ear for VE0SH. Or drop us a line and we can schedule something. Right now we are in FG if you need the country! And just so you know, it is an ICOM 802, opened up for Ham, with an Icom autotuner and a length of stainless rigging wire insulated with weed whacker monofilament for the antenna. All grounded to copper sheeting that I soldered together in the hull (Ken keeps insisting that I mention that bit).
Best 73's de VE0SH (Ken) and the XYL (Lynn)
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04/13/2014, Little Bay, Montserrat
After getting anchored, and cursing the damage to the main sail (to be fixed in the future), it was time to get the dinghy back into going ashore mode rather than being a barge. But first a better breakfast than GORP (good old raisins and peanuts) was required. And coffee, we definitely needed coffee.
Once food, nap and dinghy were done, we went ashore to make ourselves legal in Montserrat. Apparently it used to be a slight nuisance, but now it is quite easy, with just a little bit of office hopping. We caught the Immigration officer in, but nobody would have been stressed if we had seen her the next day or two, either. They even have you cleared out of the country if you leave within 72 hours of your arrival. If you depart after that, you need to go in and get a clearance. Convenient! It was amusing to see the reaction of the Customs officer's face when I asked him what there was to see and do in Montserrat, besides the volcano, as he basically drew a blank. It is acknowledged by many people here that it is a quiet island.
After getting the paperwork done, Ken and I took a little stroll around the immediate area around the Seaport. It doesn't look like Monserrat has lots of nice swimming beaches, but the one here has some development happening, including public washrooms and showers. Some people were enjoying the water and the beach, and others were working on the development adjacent to the Seaport. There are lots of signs of development in the area.
We found a cute little bar called "Ponty's Bar and Restaurant" hidden by a cliff under a palm tree with a deck overlooking the anchorage. It has coconut palms to shade, and a great breeze to cool. Add in some of the coldest beer in the Caribbean and you have a winning combination. John was a gracious host and chatted with us as we enjoyed our beverages. We made a date to join the "crowd" for the Sunday afternoon barbecue. Popular with locals and tourists alike, this looks like an opportunity to chat with people. Beer finished, we went home to the boat. BTW, he also had a nice barbecue there on Sundays.
This morning I got up to go for my run. With only the cruising guide map to give me any idea of where the roads went, I took off with only the barest idea of where I was going. I eventually found the airport, which is nowhere near sea level and only for small planes, and followed my way out to "Hangman's Hill" (named for a plantation owner who was cruel to his slaves who eventually went up there and hung himself). Let me be clear about Montserrat, it is NOT a flat place. A 200 foot climb is commonplace here. I once thought it would be neat to do the Montserrat "Run the Volcano" ½ marathon, but not after experiencing the hills on this island; it would be a very hard run. Well, maybe I would do it.
After breakfast, Ken and I put on our walking shoes, grabbed one of the hydration bags and headed out to explore. The tenuous plan was to take a bus to Salem, the main town (of sorts) of Montserrat, and conveniently located where you can see the volcano and the damage caused by it. The Montserrat Volcano Observatory is located on a hill overlooking Salem and the south end of the island.
We met the crews of 'Mezzaluna' and 'Recetta' as we walked. Apparently their sail down the day before ours was not much better. They were in a mode to find goat waters (the national dish, according to Ann) and some groceries. They had done an island tour the previous day. We were in a mode to see things, and continued on our way.
We walked on, observing the nice roads, typically nice views, and spoke with a few people. We walked some more. We did see the same three buses pass by, but never really got around to flagging them. The main road is not busy with traffic, and wide enough to give ample room for vehicles and pedestrians. We came upon the "Hilltop Café", by some sugar mill ruins, which is also a youth center. They have every type of coffee concoction you may want available, but even better, they have a collection of pictures from the days before the volcano acted up in the mid-1990's, as well pictures of the events; paraphernalia associated with "Arrow", the Montserrat native who gave the world that cruise ship and resort anthem "Hot, Hot, Hot" (there's an ear worm for you... c'mon, "Olay, olay, olay, olay... feelin' hot, hot, hot!") He also tried to give us directions for the Oriole Trail Nature Walk, but apparently we didn't get the directions right as we missed most of it. Maybe another time.
We got back to the main road after our botched attempt at the trail, and continued on after getting some drinks. Plantain chips we had purchased earlier were also devoured. Then we continued to walk. It had almost become the task to walk to Salem, forgoing our rather sensible idea of taking the bus.
The main west coast road of Montserrat is beautiful. It goes up, and it goes down. It has serpentine switchbacks for some of those ups and downs. Some parts of it are like walking through a glade in a garden or the rainforest, while other parts prove that there are some people living around there. Views abound, and while it was a long walk, the road seemed to make it easy, as we wanted to see what was up around the next corner (maybe even Salem!).
We finally turned a corner and saw the "Welcome to Salem" sign. One or two more curves and we could see the volcano in its' full glory. With the topography of the island, you generally can't see the volcano. There is a spine of hills or mountains that actually protected the north part of the island from the volcano's pyroclastic flows when "Soufriere" was erupting. Before arriving in Montserrat, we both envisioned a smoking monster of a volcano looming over a small huddle of houses at the north end of the island. It is nothing like that at all. Unless you are in the right parts of the island, you can't even see the smoke coming from the caldera, never mind the actual mountain. However, when you can see the volcano, complete with smoke coming out of the top, it isn't easy to ignore.
While tired from walking for about 3 or more hours by this point, we felt the need to make the push for the Volcano Observatory. This required walking to an elevation of about 800 feet (we probably started at about 300 feet in Salem) and a further 1.5 miles more, give or take a little bit. But it seemed anticlimactic to NOT do this last bit. We would come back for some chicken and a cold drink from the bar.
While the observatory was closed, the helipad provided an excellent viewpoint of the volcano and some of the destruction it had caused. We could see the remnants of the town of Plymouth, where they are collecting the sand and gravel spewed out during the eruptions and exporting it. Smoke and steam could be seen close to the caldera, casting my mind back to the Valley of Desolation in Dominca. The main areas of flow were obvious, but the majority of it was hidden by a hill, or it was around the south side of the volcano, where we couldn't see. Strangely, my GPS watch said we had walked 6.66 miles to get there. There were certainly some hellish things to be seen. Amazing to think how in such as short span of time, so many people's lives were changed when the previously quiet volcano woke up.
We walked back down into town, in time to see Peter White's bus in front of the bar. Ken and I had seen his bus numerous times during our walk. We asked him how long he was going to be waiting, since we had absolutely no intention of walking back. "Long enough for you to get a drink" he said as he smiled at us. It only cost us $5.00 EC each to get back to the boat, as much as our "Tings" cost us at the bar. Both would have been appreciated at even twice the price! The GPS watch said that we had climbed more than 3200 feet during our 8-plus mile walk. No wonder our feet were aching!
Montserrat is a beautiful island, and while the volcano certainly has had a huge impact on the inhabitants of the island, including emergency warning horns visible around the island, it is not the only thing to see. There are hiking trails, flora and fauna native only to Montserrat to be seen, and wonderful people to meet. But if you don't like hills, this is not a good place to visit!
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