Mad social whirl.

Oriole
Sun 10 Apr 2005 18:56
We returned to Oriole after clearing Customs at Rodney Bay, St Lucia to find
RESTLESS RCC anchored alongside us.  We had been planning to meet up, but
the Restless radio transmitter would not transmit and so our conversations
had been totally one sided. So although we had little idea where they were,
they were able to find us!  We had a guided tour of their wonderful new
boat - a strong, powerful and large (50 ft) centreboard ketch now over 20
years old but built originally for a French professor with the specification
that it could be independant of the land for three months at a time. Roland
and Consie, who we had met in New Zealand joined us for supper on Oriole in
somewhat less palacial surroundings, before continuing on our separate ways
the next day, us south and them north.
 
     
 
                        The Restlesses on Oriole for supper

David and Ruth from Newton Ferrers are sailing for two weeks with some
friends and we have also met up with them and have sailed loosely in company
from St Lucia to Bequia. It has been great to see them and to catch up with
home gossip. Yet another friend is abandoned on her boat in Bequia while her
husband has returned home for some medical attention. So we are all joining
forces for supper tonight.
Last evening there was an 80% solar eclipse but sadly and unusually it was
overcast and we saw precisely nothing!  Anyway having consumed three glasses
of Mount Gay Eclipse rum, (or was it more?), we were eligible for the tea-shirt.
   
   
 
                                Earning the Eclipse tea-shirt.

We did a lovely dive today and have planned another for tomorrow and then we will move gently south through the
Grenadines later in the week, where we hope and expect to find plenty of
lobsters going cheap in the last month of the lobster season.
At around 1830 (pitch dark) last Sunday evening, while at anchor in Rodney Bay, something called John out on deck where he saw something splashing in the water which turned out to be a girl trying to find her yacht.  She had swum ashore during the afternoon for a walk, got disorientated and then darkness overtook her so she started swimming around in search of the yacht on which she was employed as the cook. She had not appreciated that she was drifting downwind and that we were the last solid object before she hit Panama.  We called up her skipper and reunited her with the rest of her crew who no doubt were hungry, but did not seem to appreciate that their hunger might have been more permanent.  We hope the average mate has more between his ears.
It is no joke that things that go adrift in the Caribbean end up at Panama.  Only two weeks ago an open boat on passage between two islands in the Grenadines made a mobile phone call that they had run out of fuel.  That is the last anyone has seen or heard of them!