Trip Update - 7th April 2009 Little Bay, Montserrat
Position: 16:48:13N
62:12:41W It was a hard and frustrating sail
to The bonus of a painful sail was a
spectacular view of the volcano on Montserrat, together with the remains of
Approaching It is a tragic tale of cataclysmic
natural forces. In 1995, after
centuries of no activity from the volcano, it erupted. Luckily, there had been some warning and
the islanders had evacuated to the North of the island. In 1997, it erupted again,
spectacularly, and unfortunately the pyroclastic flows and subsequent mud flows
engulfed the capital town of The volcano with the remains of
The main anchorage used to be
towards the south of the island but there is now a large exclusion zone, both on
the island and for 2 miles offshore.
You could smell the sulphur and see a continuous cloud of smoke trailing
off downwind from the volcano. So
the only anchorage is a marginal one in the north of the island. There is
minimal protection and very little space, but we managed to anchor and went
straight ashore. This little bay
now serves as the island’s port, so it is very basic and utilitarian. There was one small rusty freighter
registered in Deserted houses below an
ominous-looking volcano After customs & immigration, we
met a taxi guide called Sam Sword, and went straight on a tour of the island,
eager to see for ourselves this fascinating place. The taxi tour turned out to be extremely
enlightening, because whilst the southern half of the island is off-limits, you
can get quite close to where the action had been and it is truly
awesome. We went straight to the volcano
observatory, which is where a team of scientists monitor the volcano, measuring
seismic activity and making numerous flights in helicopters to measure the
growth of the lava dome and various other things. We didn’t stay long because it was late,
but we bought a DVD which documents the activity since 1995, which we watched
when we got back to the boat. The
volcano has been active pretty much continuously since 1995. It erupted in January this year, when we
were down in the From the volcano observatory, Sam
pointed out his house, high up in the hills, and inside the exclusion zone. He can’t get to it by road now, and
shouldn’t really walk to it either, but he has been back a couple of times in
the 13 years since he was told he had to leave it. He said that it is still full
of possessions, car in the garage, but there is no way of getting it all out and
it is all covered in dust from the volcano. There are hundreds of houses like his,
including a whole load of extremely smart villas – this was one of THE places to
be seen before the volcano. We drove, then walked, up Garibaldi
Hill, passing beautiful yet abandoned houses. Now and again one would be occupied,
it’s owners clearly deciding to make the most of what they own, even if there is
no community left and they are at risk of being evacuated again. Garibaldi Hill overlooks View south from Garibaldi Hill. The town, which was clearly quite a
sizeable town before the eruption, was partially buried in mud. The scale of the devastation was
shocking. Boulders the size of
houses were mingled amongst what was left of the buildings. In some areas, there was simply nothing
left. The pier was now only half
it’s original length as the mud flows had extended the shoreline by 100m. You could see just the roofs of some of
the buildings, the rest buried deep in the mud and ash. Anything wooden or metal had been burnt
or melted by the intense heat. The remains of I was stunned. What I found most galling was that
having come from Nevis, where the capital had exactly the same aspect –
East-facing, in the shadow of the volcano – I could just picture what Old pyroclastic flow in river
valley. All the houses are
deserted We walked back to the taxi and drove
down to What remains of the golf
club The hot mud flows had reached the
sea, and had extended the beach by 200m.
You could see the old line of the beach by the palm trees in a line, now
in the middle of nowhere. It must
have been a gorgeous bay. We found
all that was left of the small breakwater which provided some shelter and
docking space for pleasure cruise boats. Only the bollards and the rubber
fenders remained, just sticking up out of the sand, a long way from the
sea. The old dock, I found the whole thing stunning,
shocking and sad. What was also
clear was how close a community there obviously had been, and how the eruptions
had ripped that community apart.
There were 12000 people prior to 1995, now there were just 4000. Many had gone to Britain, or to America
or elsewhere, and who could blame them – but it was sad to think that one of
these wonderful little islands, who epitomize how we in the overcrowded UK wish
we could be, where everyone knows one another and looks out for one another, and
it has just been turned on its head – by an act of nature. The remaining islanders now have to
live on the north part of island, which is now being developed, but it is hilly,
difficult terrain with no real agricultural land, so it begs the question of
what will the remaining islanders build an economy from? There is no “natural” capital or centre,
and whilst the port is being developed and has clearly had various discrete
pieces of outside investment, the development has all gone on hold because there
is not enough money. I think I was
expecting to go to We would have loved to have stayed
longer and get to know the northern part of the island and it’s people better,
but the weather was about to turn boisterous and it is a 25M sail back upwind to
Antigua and Sarah and girls were due to fly out on Sat 12th, so we
headed off the next morning. |