Coral Cove
Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Sat 20 Mar 2010 23:34
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Coral
Cove
 On the 18th of March we finally
left Charlotte Amalie after three weeks getting the triple A battery story
concluded. Just as we exited the harbour, who was entering next to us putting
their sails down - Freya of Clyde. We had an alongside chat, a first for us. We
were sorely tempted to return in with them to share a sundowner and relay all
the Morrison's AAA story (the alternator saga as it is known aboard Beez Neez).
Much as we love Anne and Alan the feeling of seeing open sea was the greater
pull after being effectively stuck in one place - a wonderful thing if you
choose it - horrid when you have no choice. So off we motored toward St John for
the twenty mile journey to Coral Cove. The rock before we
turned into the bay.
  There was an anchorage to our left
- Concordia but we headed on toward the main anchorage.
 We jumped up the next morning to catch
the bus into Cruz Bay to check out with Customs. Another first for us was seeing
a house in the middle of the anchorage - actually a
motorised floating cafe.
  Baby Beez safely on the dinghy dock, floating cafe in the background, off we
went in search of the bus stop
  The bus stop was yet another
first; feet. Bear posed with an
imaginary friend, I have always wondered about
him...............
 We got on the bus,
fed the one dollar each into the ticket machine, never done that before and
settled for the hairpin bends, in fact hairy ride to Cruz Bay which took half an
hour. We identified where I would be able to get a view of
Coral Bay on the return journey. I didn't want to take the Beast and
forgot how long it takes the little chap to get a shot, so after several nice
shots of bushes I finally got this one. Beez Neez is the furthest boat
out.
               When we got back
asap from Cruz bay, the town, (in fact the whole of St John we find quite
soul-less), Bear took me for a spuddle around the
anchorage. Coral Cove is known as a hurricane hole, I would rename
it Tish Hole. Way back when we saw dead and dying boats in Cape Verde we have
always hated boat graveyards and this was certainly the worst we have ever seen
since. All round the anchorage, even toward the centre are hulls in terrible
shape. The last picture is a hull with not only a whole reef on her bottom but
could find a new job as a mussel farm.
 The nicest thing we
saw were the Coral Cove Fire Trucks. These beauties
were in tip top shape and very sparkling. A credit to the boys who care for
them.
ALL IN
ALL GOOD TO BE ON OUR WAY AGAIN
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