(Blog No 48) South to The Grenadines ....
 
                Catou
                  Paul and Sylvie Tucker
                  
Fri 24 Dec 2010 12:29
                  
                |  After our arrival on Thursday 16th December, we 
had a few days ashore in the hotel Auberge Seraphine where I usually 
stay when in St. Lucia when visiting the island on business.  It was a 
great break afte the ARC crossing.  We had fun with friends there, and one 
day we took Nigel & Helen out sailing - it was a bit gusty coming back to 
Rodney Bay in the afternoon.  There was the final ARC prize-giving to 
attend one evening and, after Pam & Brian arrived, we had a couple of quiet 
evenings in the hotel having dinner.  We had moved the boat across to my old friend Mike's 
house.  Mike has a large area of waterfront on Rodney Bay, with his own 
jetty/dock, so we had tied 'Catou' up to that for two or three days.  
 On Tuesday 21st Dec, after much deliberation and a 
not-very-good weather report, we decided to sail (after victualling the 
boat).  Just as we were about to leave, our Dutch neighbours from 
Las Palmas arrived in their dinghy, so we were able to have a drink with them 
before leaving at 3 pm.  Since it was so late, we were not going 
to make it to the anchorage between the Pitons - St. Lucia's most 
famous (and unique) landmark.  Instead, we decided to aim for the 
lovely  Marigot Bay about half way down the west coast.  After a great 
sail, we entered Marigot Bay just before 1800 hrs and tied up at 
a restaurant/bar that was situated on the edge of a Mangrove swamp!  There 
were a few mosquitos, but we survived OK.  We went ashore for a few rum 
punches and what turned out to be a very good meal (even if it wasn't quite what 
we had ordered!).  The music went on until well after we had gone to bed, 
and even worse, a very loud reggae speaker, situated somewhere in the hills 
nearby went on even longer!  Eventually, we dozed off to sleep, in spite of 
the heat, the sweat, the reggae and the calypso music!  No sympathy from 
anyone in England anyway! Early on Wednesday morning, we slipped mooring and 
motored out to sea at 0650 hrs.  Hoisted sail as set off on a 
southerly course for Bequia.  It was a good distance to cover in 1 
day.  We sailed for a while, and then switched on the engine and motor 
sailed for the rest of the day to keep the speed up.  We were trying to 
make Bequia before dark.  We were hit by one or two very heavy rain squalls 
which reduced visibility dramatically. Eventually, after passing down the west 
coast of St. Vincent, we approached Admiralty Bay, in Bequia, the northern most 
of the Grenadine islands as darkness approached.  By the time we had 
rounded the eastern headland (ominously called the 'Devil's table'), it was 
dark.  After fobbing off a few rasta boat operators, I negotiated a mooring 
rate with one, and he showed us to a mooring in the pitch dark.  We were 
grateful for the assistance, and glad to get help for that last 1/2 mile in the 
dark.  'Our' rasta-man turned out to be called 'Dennis the Menace', 
and seemed a helpful and trustworthy chap.  After tying up, we were 
grateful for a G & T and some supper!  We were all in bed by 
9.30pm! Thursday 23rd, after breakfast, we took a water taxi 
ashore - in a huge rain storm.  We were completely drenched when we reached 
the town of Port Elizabeth.  Firstly we went to the customs and 
immigration office to clear in with the authorities.  After that, we were 
free to do as we pleased.  Sylvie and I went for a short walk to visit 
a customer of ours in the island (our only customer in Bequia!) while Pam & 
Brian did some shopping.  Then a long lunch, a slow down to the pace of 
life in Bequia and an afternoon of wandering around the bay. So tomorrow - Christmas Eve.  We are planning to 
visit Mustique.  Watch this space! |