Tuesday, 27th March - In search of Jack Sparrow and a walk to the clouds
27th March 2012 – Wallilabou
After our few lotus eating like days in Bequia, it was time for a decent
sail north to
The Anchorage restaurant has made the most of the film connection with many artefacts, photographs, storyboards laying out the plot and still photos from PotC2 (we think) copies of scene shot directions and even letters from the crew objecting to changes to working conditions! Regrettably, neither Mr Depp nor Miss Knightley were anywhere to be seen. Odd, that. Must have been unavoidably detained elsewhere. I’m sure we e-mailed to let them know we were coming.
Pirates of the Caribbean – Port Royal Quay aka
Note cannon et al on the waterfront
A house built for the film – it has no back, just scaffolding
A pretty life-like pirate – note cotton bales, made from polystyrene, in the loft in the background.
The dock where Capt Jack Sparrow stepped ashore from his sinking ship -
Arnamentia not sinking just beyond
As a grand finale before Bob returned home, we decided that we would do
something rather different from the normal “tour round the island in a taxi” day
out. Quite what possessed three
retirees to set off on a sixteen mile trip up the La Soufriere volcano (height
4048ft) is not certain. Since the
decision to go was made in the middle of the afternoon, rum punch had nothing to
do with it! We were sceptical about
the local guide’s promise that it would only take a couple of hours – the
freebie tourist map indicated it was a round trip of about 16 miles – and, of
course, it was pretty uphill one way and pretty downhill the other. Chris Doyle’s guide indicated 24. Experience indicates that it certainly
wasn’t a 24 mile round trip – it just felt like it. An early start saw us stepping out
smartly, fording three streams (shades of
Where we were headed – La Soufriere – centre peak in the background - from the beach.
Where we came from – the beach (towards left of picture in the background) from the crater rim. And, we’re as fresh as daisies.
The descent was quite a lot easier but months aboard a yacht hadn’t toned
walking muscles much. The round
trip had taken nearly seven hours.
We were right to have been somewhat sceptical when Kenny, our principal
guide, had said that we’d be back in about four! He’d finally convinced us when he said
“Last week I take some ol’ people up dere an dey really enjoy it, man”. Yeah; what do you mean by “ol’”,
buddy? There’s a challenge if ever
we heard one. But, we’d do that
again. It was an achievement and a
welcome physical stretch after a long period aboard. The final treat of the day was a visit
Throughout, we were intrigued by the chatter going on between the two guides. It was impossible to understand a word of it. It’s English, of a sort, but delivered at such speed and in such a dialect that the normal English ear has the greatest difficulty in deciphering anything at all. When these guys speak to you, however, they do so in the same sort of slightly broken English but without either the pace or many of the idiosyncrasies of the local language. They laugh heartily at the fact that you cannot hope to understand what they are on about when talking amongst themselves – and they love it. Their pop songs are much the same.
Bob had a flight to catch from