Stumpy meets the Gestapo in Trinidad.
Oriole
Mon 21 Apr 2014 20:29
Crews Inn Marina, Chaguaramas,
Trinidad
Easter Monday 21st
April 2014
10:40.74N 61:37.91W.
After a fairly relaxing weekend in
the smart new marina in the St George's Lagoon we were ready for sea
again. Our buddy boat Shian had been on the dock behind us and we left
together for Prickly Bay on the south coast of Grenada in preparation for an
early start on Tuesday morning for Trinidad. Dan, who had been press
ganged into coming as our additional crew, was delivered on board just in time
for sundowners. It was still pitch dark at 0430 when we got
underway. This was something of a surprise as we should have had a
full moon, but had forgotten that there was a complete eclipse in
progress. As the Earth's shaddow receded we were lit on our way into the
normally rather choppy sea off the south coast of Grenada.
Shian was accompanying us
and all was going well until, just before 0730, John discovered an unusually
large amount of water in the bilge. We slowed down to assess where this
was coming from, fearing that there might have been undiscovered damage which
was responsible. We eventually tracked it down to fairly copious leaks
coming through the deck where the aft rails had been partly wrenched from their
mountings. We should have anticipated this, but it was too late now so we
would have to grin and bear it and pump it out as it accumulated. However
0730 is Ocean Cruising Club long range radio net time. Oriole could no
longer act as net controller and the mantle had fallen on
Shian. Her skipper and crew were both concentrating on the net and
had not seen that we had slowed right down. We only narrowly avoided
another collision!
We arrived off the Boca, the dramatic
entrance to the Gulf of Paria, at 1800 but by the time we were negotiating the
anchorage into Crews Inn it was pitch dark again. There are no navigation
marks, lots of unlit dangers, both lit and unlit pirogues (fast local
boats) roaring around, and for someone without local knowledge
it would be so difficult as to be dangerous. We had left many times
in the dark, but with confounding shore lights and the bright deck lights of
anchored ships and ships on the docks it is a very stressful entry even to
someone who knows it well. Our communications with Crews Inn were also
causing difficulty and the information and advice coming back was distinctly
unsatisfactory. We were refused the accommodation we needed although it
had been negotiated days before and if our plight had not been overheard by our
friends on Quadrille, who were already there, we would have had real
problems with berthing. We eventually were OK but Shian ended up
in what was deemed an incorrect berth which caused an outbreak of
Gestapo like behaviour on the part of the hotel/marina receptionist who marched
down to the dock as if as if she was running a prisoner of war camp. Some
pretty choice words were thrown back at her and later at her "manager" by
five very stressed and exhausted yachties. "Can do" was not a concept in
their psyche and calm did not descend until the day staff appeared when all
was sweetness and light. Our crew Dan, who had never been to Trinidad
before, was absolutely appauled by their behaviour and so were we. After
referring this to a higher level we do not think it will happen
again!
Since our arrival we have been doing
the normal laying up procedures as well as getting Oriole ready for
repairs. Dan could not get back to Carriacou until Saturday and set to
with a will to help us. The repair negotiations seem favourable and we look
forward to making progress when we haul out of the water tomorrow. In order
to get things moving we have extended our stay in Trinidad by a
week.
Stumpy alias Oriole
stripped and ready for hauling out.
On Thursday evening twenty five Ocean
Cruising Club members sat down for dinner at the excellent Lure
Restaurant for another celebration of the Club's 60th Anniversary.
Christine from Quadrille recited
another of her poems in celebration of the survival of Stumpy and
her crew.
Jesse James, OCC Port Officer,
presents the Roving Rear Commodores with a commemorative
plaque..........
.............and we sing Happy
Birthday to the Flying Fish.............
.................and Oriole
will live to fight again!