For the last week of the three we spent in Grenada, we've been saying: “We are going to go”. Our friends in the Marina said “good-bye” three times, “and we are glad you are still here” another three times. Until we finally stopped announcing our departure so much and just waited for a weather window.
In that time our friend Sylvan picked us up on his car to spend Friday afternoon on the beach and have a delicious creole lunch. We also went to the fish market and invited some friends, Danny, the manager of the marina and Tricia, for dinner. And they liked our seared tuna with sesame seeds and the ginger-garlic sauce, so much that next morning they took us to the market and bought fish to make a party for the crew members of the magi yachts and us in a big house across the marina that they were house setting that week- end. That was a Saturday night party with DJ and lots of interesting people from different parts of the world.
But Sunday was our day, when the north swells were gone and we had northeast winds to sail straight to Tobago, located southeast of Grenada. Even that morning we were still doubting if we'd go to an Eastern party in the mountains that we were invited to, by this lovely people in a community located on a road called 91, in Belvidere. But this was, probably our only chance in a few day to do this journey. So, after lunch, we tied off the nice floating dock and left. In the way out of St. George Bay, we called Danny and Tricia to say good bye. She walked out to the balcony just in time to see us going by.
We sailed over night, me upside down as usual, after 3 weeks docked I lost my sea legs. But this was the most beautiful night on the sea. The sunset was gorgeous, even between the fug in the horizon, and the moon rose full and orange and got behind a big cloud that looked like a puffer fish, lighting the eyes and the mouth. Then we had a tired bird hitchhiking. He was having a hard time to grab the bowpulpit and the running lights were not helping him either, so Jim turn them off and our guest rested until the light of Tobago showed up by 4 o' clock in the morning.
At 6:30 am we were anchoring across Charlotteville Town, in Man of War Bay. Where, as other boaters there told us, we were the only plastic boat on the anchorage.
|Port in Scarborough|
|Fishing nets drying on a tree|
|Front Street in Charlottesville|
|Ruins in the way to Speyside|
|Salty Shores in Man of War Bay|
|Fisherman on his boat|