On Tuesday, 2
November, we were up at 04:00 to begin the process of leaving the dock at Crews
Inn Marina in Trinidad. This marina does
not simply pro-rate the electricity for the final night docked as is common;
they want an actual meter reading when that power cord is unplugged. We, of course, wanted air-conditioning for
our final night at dock; hence, the extra early wake-up time. What’s an extra hour of sleep! Plus this provided the advantage of enjoying
our morning cups of coffee before the last-minute rush to depart. The hotel
desk is staffed 24/7. Bill had to awaken
the dock master so he could read our electric meter; the front desk clerk
prepared our final invoice; and at 05:00 we were finally ready to depart the
dock. We waited around for another 15
minutes until sky was light enough to see well in this crowded narrow bay.
BeBe went
around the moored yachts rather than go through the middle of the mooring field
in the still somewhat darkness, then headed straight for the Bocas channel.
We were
sailing this day in company with 7 other northbound yachts. We all had filed float plans with Trinidad
officials with destination of Grenada.
No Venezuelan pirate worries this day.
Weather was
great for the initial part of this passage.
Cloudy skies, but plenty of bright clear blue patches, about 15 knots
wind from SE on our starboard aft quarter, and positive current assisting us
with an extra 2 knots of SOG. BeBe
sailed and/or motor sailed for about 6 hours at over 8 knots SOG. We dropped a fishing line to trail once we had passed the Hibiscus gas platform. A couple of hours later that line sped out extremely fast! We had a bite and it must have been big! Within seconds the line snapped. Whatever it was had taken our newest and best lure -- what I call a treble treble. One that swims 10 to 15 feet below the surface and had 3 treble hooks. I prefer this type lure because, after all, the more hook barbs increases the likelihood of keeping the fish on the line until it gets gaffed and aboard BeBe. Goodbye best lure. No more fishing for us this day.
And then our pleasant passage all changed.
We had been
watching the sky over Venezuela off to our SW all morning. The sky looked very strange – an odd
cloudless solid dark steel gray-blue.
Around mid-day the wind died to nothing; to pick up soon thereafter
coming from the SW! That is really
weird! The wind just never comes from
the west in the Caribbean except during storms with circular motion like
hurricanes. (Except for 1 day in
February; almost every year for 1 day in February west winds usually surprise
sailors at some point in the Eastern Caribbean.) In all our years of sailing in the Caribbean
we have never experienced westerly winds or southwesterly winds during
November. That weird inversion over
northern Venezuela caused some strange weather.
The SW winds stayed up for hours.
As we approached the SW tip of Grenada the winds switched to come from
the NE at 18 knots.
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Another sunset |
This was one
strange day of Caribbean sailing. We
changed sail configuration more frequently than ever has been needed in the
Caribbean on one day. We started off
with jib to port; then jib poled to port; then jib poled to starboard; then to
starboard without pole; then back to port as we beat into 18-knot headwinds and
2-knot adverse current for the final few hours.
We sailed 91 nautical miles, arriving in the St. George’s anchorage at
19:00 in pitch blackness -- no moon and no stars, with many strikes of lightning
off to the west. It was impossible to
see some of the boats as we slowly crept into the anchorage. Boat owners who use those garden lights have
no idea how poorly lit their boat appears as someone approaches an anchorage in
pitch-black darkness with the shore lights in background. When I suddenly saw a boat to our starboard
because it swung a bit and the shore lights displayed the motion of that dark
boat, I pleaded with Bill not to attempt to go any further. We dropped anchor at that point in 8 meters
depth and put out 55 meters chain. Ended
up being the boat farthest out in the anchorage and that was fine with me. The next day I saw that the boat which we
could not see at all in the darkness was painted a bright orange on port side
and dark blue on the starboard side. We
could see neither color at night and this boat did not display any form of
anchor light. It was pure luck that we
did not have a collision.
This was not
a fun day of sailing. It was very tiring
and hot. Downwind sailing always is hot
because the boat is moving with the wind and you do not feel much, if any,
breeze. We were beat and too tired to
care about dinner. We each grabbed a
shower and felt good enough to share the last can of chili on the boat. (We are slowly eating our way through my
over-filled food lockers since will be selling the boat in a couple of months.)
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A special gift from very special friends. We will think of Hassan and Zeyhra (and little Carlos Santana) every time we look at it. |
The following
day we met up with Turkish friends Hasan and Zehrya on S/V KANDIBA. They had returned from a summer in Turkey only
the previous day and it was great catching up with them. They presented us with a small silver dish for
our home in Galveston. It is stamped
with the symbol of the Ottoman Empire as a remembrance. Hasan and Zehrya plan to head to the South
Pacific early next spring and it is very unlikely we will see one another
again. They hosted us for a delicious dinner
at a restaurant in the Port Louis Marina.
I enjoyed sautéed shrimp and leeks and it was cooked to perfection. The next morning we upped anchor and sailed
to Carricou.
This time we
sailed about 1 ½ miles off the western coast of Grenada. This allowed us to catch more wind than if
hugged the coastline. We went west of the
exclusion zone for Kick’em Jenny, the active underwater volcano situated
slightly NW of Grenada; then angled to beat into Tyrrel Bay, Carricou, arriving
just in time to launch the dinghy for Bill to zoom in to handle departure
clearance from Grenada and Carricou before closing hour.
That evening
we enjoyed a special treat of a lobster dinner ashore. On the way to the restaurant we noticed S/V
FROST and stopped to chat a moment with Mike and Rebecca. We last saw them in Martinique last
spring. The lobster dinner was unusual,
cooked differently than the typical boiling or grilling; these were pan seared
tails. It was good but did not compare
to fresh cooked on our boat. The
highlight of the meal was dessert of homemade buttered almond ice cream. THAT was delicious! Roasted almonds cooked into a butter brickle
and then broken into homemade ice cream.
Whoever invented this recipe has a winner.
Early Sunday
morning we upped anchor and enjoyed a day of sailing perfection up to
Bequia. We went west of Union Island,
skipping Mayreau and Canouan and Mustique.
We talked about going to Mustique once again because the wind was of
good enough direction to allow us to sail that far eastward; but decided that
we will cherish our memories of that special island. We have visited Mustique 4 times. Why chance a 5th visit and possibly
destroy our good memories there if it has changed, which inevitably is the case. We continued onward to Bequia where we
anchored for only 1 night. Good memories
of that island many times too. Thirty
years ago there were maybe 5 cruising boats anchored in Bequia; today there
were about 200. Sigh….is this better for
the local people? I fear the island
rapidly is becoming too dependent on tourism and they are losing their
traditional ways of life. I am not
certain this is a good thing in the long run.
On Monday, 7
November, we departed Bequia at first light in company with several other boats
headed north. The Salty Dawg Rally BVI
had a rum punch party scheduled for Tuesday night and everyone was invited, not
just the rally participants. But the
wind was right to sail this day and would not be right if we waited to attend
that party, so off we went. Since this
would be a long day (70 miles) we opted to motor-sail until lost all wind in
the shelter of beautiful St. Vincent; then we motored until just past the
northern side of this very high island.
There we again caught the wind and were able to sail to St. Lucia. The topography of the island of St. Vincent
is gorgeous. It might be the most
beautiful of all the Caribbean islands --
but we have not once stopped there because of the high violent crime
against cruisers. This is well-known and
has gone on for decades. Too many sailors
have been attacked by men wielding machetes and guns for us to consider
stopping there. Such a shame.
Anchor was down
at Rodney Bay, St. Lucia at 16:15 so this was an excellent day! Motor-sailed or motored 56% and sailed 44% of
the 70 NM trip. We were happy with that. This time we anchored closer to the beach
than ever before. We cleared in and out,
saying we plan to depart early the next day; then we hit the supermarket. That supermarket was the primary reason for
coming here. I found 1,000 EC currency
in a purse a few months ago. That
currency is good only on certain islands of the Eastern Caribbean. We blew some of that EC cash on those lobster
dinners at Carriacou and would spend the rest of it here in St. Lucia buying whatever. That has now been accomplished and it is time
to move on to Martinique.
Wednesday, 9
November 2016 – We stayed put for at least 1 more day even though we had
already cleared out of St. Lucia. Our
propane solenoid failed and the only replacements available in St. Lucia were
the standard cheap models; we wanted the German produced original part (which
costs about 6 times the price of the common solenoids sold in marine
chandleries). We contacted Amel in Le
Marin and learned they did have this part in stock; so, to Le Marin it would be
– even though we had not planned to go there. There was a LO system which
passed through on Wednesday and it would have been a miserable day at sea. When this weather system passed we sailed up
to Martinique.
But more
nasty weather followed for yet another day.
On Thursday we enjoyed a beautiful sail towards Martinique until the
final 45 minutes. Off to the east the
sky was black as far as we could see. We
quickly took in all sails and turned on the engine and motored straight for St.
Anne’s; no way we would attempt the long jagged narrow entrance channel into Le
Marin during nasty weather. We arrived
in St. Anne’s in a 40-knot squall, dropping anchor near the stern of the first
anchored boat we could see through the water-filled air. We each grabbed something for a quick lunch
while waiting for the squall to pass, then motored into Le Marin where we had
arranged for a mooring for 1 night so we could pick up the solenoid from Amel. Mission accomplished.
When we
checked email we learned that the buyers of BeBe would like to have a rigging
inspection performed by a rigger who was recommended by the Amel Service office
here in Le Marin. Today is Veterans Day
(called something else in France) and the rigger said he could not do this
inspection until Monday. We talked to
him yesterday afternoon and he said he would make an exception and come out to
inspect the rigging this morning, even though it is a holiday. As I type this blog posting it is now after
09:00 and we have heard nothing from the rigger this morning. Maybe we are leaving today and maybe not
until Monday or Tuesday. There are far
worse places to be ‘stuck’ than here. We
enjoy Le Marin very much.