A Small Paradise
06 December 2013 | Bequia Admiralty Bay
On Thursday night soon after the last blog post the wind picked up a little and WFTM scurried along in the starry night, a sliver of moon setting in the West. We rounded the dark outline of Bequia island - no lights showing in contrast to the glittering mass of St. Vincent a few miles to the north, a great bright jewel on the sea attracting the flashing lights of small airoplanes circling moth-like above Kingstown airport.
A short reach down the dark lee coast revealed the lights of Admiralty bay. We rounded up in the now stiff breeze and dropped and secured the sails (no roller reefing here!) and motored into the bay in the inky blackness which was lit only by the reflected shore lights on the water. Using these narrow paths of light to show a clear passage we crept in amongst the anchored craft towards the town, and found a vacant mooring buoy near the village at the head of the bay. It was 2am by our watches, which we put back an hour to equal the local time.
Then all was quiet and still. No rolling or slatting sails. We couldn't make out much of the town in the darkness. We celebrated with tea and biscuits then turned in to our bunks. Up at 7am again to prepare for Richard's departure as we needed to do the immigration proceedure and sign him off the ships crew list so that he could catch his afternoon flight to Barbados. Around us lay green hills and moored yachts, and a village just out of the tourist brochure of a typical Caribbean island. Shantylike buildings mostly in good repair painted in diverse bright colors amongst the lush vegetation. We attracted half a dozen small boats vending bread, fresh live lobster, rum and cigarettes, laundry services etc. All very polite and non-pushy and smiley and welcoming.
Ashore with Richard to do the formalities at the combined post office, immigration and port police office. All very calm and polite and organised and friendly.