News & pics Mayreau, Tobago Cays & Union Islands - by Carol

12:38.819N 061:23.454W After 10 days on board, today we start a trend: a
‘guest blog’. Thus, Carol hereunder recounts her impressions
from the past few days on the good ship Talulah... The last day in Mustique was hectic, 10 round-trips on
the Northern Line Underground would have been a picnic in comparison. We
took a pick-up truck tour around the island and saw all the mansions
overlooking stunning views. The whole island is a manicured garden and
one can see why the island is often referred to as the playground for the rich.
After shopping for provisions, we dolled up to go to the Firefly for
dinner. A fancy restaurant with stunning views and the best martinis
I’ve ever had. Then on for a nightcap at Basil’s Bar where the last
night of the Blues’ Festival was in full swing. By 1am we were
toast and dinghied back to the boat to what we thought would be a quick
turn-in. Alas, as we were partying to the cool beat of the Blues, hundreds of
fruit bats were doing the same with our stock of bananas in Talulah. Whilst
Shane marvelled at the beauty of nature and the bats’ ability to smell
their prey from ashore with such precision, Ali and I screeched as the bats
flew at fighter-jet speed across the cockpit and dive-bombing the freshly-cleaned
decks with their poo. Hitchcock would’ve had a field day. Our next stop was Mayreau and on our way Shane caught
a barracuda – a menacing beast, with sharp teeth and aggressive
demeanour. Whilst our Hunter & Gatherer managed to wrestle it on
deck, Ali poured ¼ bottle of rum down its gills. They say it stuns them,
I grieved the loss of rum. Mayreau is a small island of less than 3 sq. km with
a big history. The mainly Catholic population descends from slaves of the old
French colonists who were in residence until the end of the 18th
century. Although its people built a large public reservoir with their
bare hands under the inspiration of the resident Catholic monk about 50 years
ago, fresh water is limited and a very expensive commodity. This, together
with a serious drought they are experiencing, inspired Ali to fill a few
bottles with our water to give away during our travels inland. The lucky ones
were the goats – a few cries from these and she was theirs, and we have
photos to prove it! We anchored in Salt Whistle bay, a picture-perfect
setting and spent a couple of days snorkelling during the day and fighting with
the fruit bats at night. Yes, my friends, it was the night of the Return
of the Bats and this time they were more bold and aggressive. Under attack, Ali
dis-engaged the (remaining) bananas from their bimini hammocks and threw them
overboard but it was a while before they realised their prey was at the bottom
of the sea ‘swimming with the fishes’ in Corleone-style. Stupid
creatures… Next to Tobago Cays, the jewel of the Mustique, the anchorage Stop kidding around, Ali feeding goat water in Kids goating around after school game, Mayreau View from Mayreau Catholic Church, overlooking Tobago
Cays Carol relaxed? Noooo, just snorkelling upside
down – not quite got the hang of it yet! At anchor in Shane & Carol in Castello’s Art bar, one of
many funky bars in |