Mystic of Holyhead (successor to Lynn Rival)
Rachel and Paul Chandler
Sun 6 Mar 2016 18:15
Carriacou is a big change from Trinidad. The
island is small with only about 8,000 population and the pace of
life much less hectic. Yachtie and diving tourism are important
to them and the breezy climate is pleasant. While Trinidadians
are usually friendly and chatty they can sometimes be quite
stroppy or just disinterested. We learned to live with that but
in Carriacou people are incredibly friendly and helpful, including
the minibus drivers who come down to the dinghy dock and help you
tie up in order to get your business!|
Approaching Tyrrel Bay
The anchorage in Tyrrel Bay
We hired a car and drove around the island on a couple of days. The roads are not well signposted and tend to peter out becoming dirt tracks so you need a 4x4 and a good sense of direction. We managed to find quite a few of the high spots from which to admire the surrounding Grenadine islands and reefs, but the skies were hazy so we couldn't see very far.
Grenadine colours everywhere
The anchorage from ashore
To the north west - Petite Martinique
Hillsborough, the main 'town' of Carriacou
Tyrrel Bay from above, Lynn Rival in the foreground, the mountains of Union island in the background
and from the opposite side, looking over the mangrove lagoon, occasionally used as a 'hurricane hole'
Other than tourism there is little industry on the island and not a lot of agriculture because water is scarce, especially now we are in the dry season. The local produce is quite expensive but tasty: delicious bananas, papaya, mango and other fruits depending on the season. While in Trinidad we loved the range of food on offer, including "roti" - spicy veg and meat or fish wrapped in a flatbread - which has east indian origins. We were pleased to find it here as well. There are plenty of goats on the island and a few cows but the main restaurant offerings are chicken and fish, sometimes also lobster and lambi (conch).
Sandy Island, a popular lunch stop just off Hillsborough
After 10 days in Tyrrel (often spelt Tyrell - and we never did find out which is correct) Bay, we checked out and sailed north. Carriacou is a dependency of Grenada, within the Grenadines - the group of small islands between Grenada and St Vincent - and so we crossed the international border to enter the territory of St Vincent. Thankfully the process of checking-in is fairly painless - just one form to fill in, stamps in our passports and money handed over for a month's cruising permit. Checking out was similar, without the payment.
Sailing north through the Grenadines with about 15 knots of easterly wind and only gentle seas was pleasant. With the west going current we sailed close-hauled and tacked to go to windward of Union island then to leeward of Mayreau and the Tobago Cays. It was hazy so visibility wasn't great. When close to the islands the tide can have a beneficial effect (off-setting the current) and we managed to fetch Canouan without further tacking. (The downside can be wind-over-tide conditions, kicking up nasty seas between the islands - something for cruisers to complain about.)
We left Union Island to port
We entered Charlestown Bay on Canouan and anchored off, a little bit apprehensive because of reports of theft from yachts in the anchorage. We were greeted by boatmen offering the usual - ice, water and fuel - and a friendly "welcome to Canouan". They advised us to land our dinghy at the nearby hotel jetty.
Canouan is a small island with a luxury gated community in the north and not a lot to do other than walks. We were only planning to stay overnight but wanted to go ashore to check-in to St Vincent. To guard against theft we cleared the decks, stowed everything below and locked all the hatches before launching the dinghy. From the hotel jetty it was a short walk into "town" and the local administrative building where immigration and customs were to be found. We had to wait a short while for customs but the officials were the friendliest we've experienced since Angra dos Reis. Again, one form completed and a payment to customs then a stamp for immigration and we were ready to hoist our St Vincent courtesy flag.
That evening we dined at the hotel bar, after watching the sunset over a beer and rum punch. The hotel seemed almost empty but the food was very good and the service excellent. There were just one or two other yachts in the anchorage .
The next morning we sailed north to Bequia (pronounced Bekway). Again we had pleasant conditions, with easterly winds and moderate seas. We kept to windward, sailing close-hauled most of the way with the island of Mustique - of Princess Margaret, Mick Jagger, et al fame - to our leeward. On approaching Bequia we headed for Friendship Bay on the south side of the island, passing Petit Nevis where the whale catch (sadly it can still happen here) is slaughtered.
Lynn Rival at anchor in Friendship Bay, Bequia
For tourism Bequia is far more popular than it's parent island, St Vincent. The main harbour of Admiralty Bay and the town of Port Elizabeth (many British resonances here) are teeming with yachts, cruise ships, their crews and passengers. The locals do their best to make the most of this.
We were lucky in our choice of Friendship Bay (every island seems to have a bay named Friendship and we've yet to establish why - and we haven't met any Quakers). It is well-sheltered and has little ashore except for a posh hotel. All we had to do to become comfortable was to deploy a second anchor to line us up to the swell. Perhaps the swell, which can cause quite a tiresome roll on monohulls, is what puts other yachts off, apart from the lack of shops. We have a reef just a hundred feet away that has the best snorkelling we've experienced for a long, long time (since the Seychelles). On Thursday we went ashore and caught the bus to Port Elizabeth for shopping. The Rasta market was quite an experience: good fruit and vegetables but sold with an aggression that is very off-putting. Elsewhere shops sell gourmet foods and knick-knacks. The Bequians are well practiced at extracting real (US) or local (East Caribbean) dollars from visitors.
The rasta market in Port Elizabeth
Tempted to try a little Poohish something . . . . hopefully the snackette wasn't this Mangrove Cuckoo