A short hop from Bequia is the National Park of the Tobago Cays, a paradisaical cluster of a half dozen small islands floating in shallow Bahama Blue water and protected from the Atlantic by a large shelf reef that rises up to the surface. Since the DR, we had not really connected with any other families. Fortunately, our luck was about to change. As we were leaving Bequia we met “Jimmy” from NYC, his Bermudian wife, Judy and their 4 year old daughter Charlotte. In TC we also met a French/American and Norwegian family all with babies!! Together we scuba dived, dined, beached, and limed the days away. Judy had a birthday party for Charlotte on the beach. Fortunately, Charlotte inherited her mothers lifting English accent vs. her dad's Brooklyn one. We all laughed when she wanted to swim with the other kids but had no proper bathing suit. "But Mummy, I don't want to soil my happy knickers!", she exclaimed. As long as she feels the same way when she is 16.
We spent just a day in Union Island to clear out and buy some poor quality produce in what was also a very seedy harbor. The boat boys tried to offer us up one of their moorings that we declined having more faith in our ground tackle. For giggles I dove and photographed one of these fine moorings and counted 5 different lines that had failed and were re-knotted together, severe chafe, rusted links and a half a foot of barnacles attacking the thing. Some naive yachties trust these more than they trust their own anchoring ability! Skipping Grenada, we sailed on through the night to Trinidad our final destination of the season.
We spent just a day in Union Island to clear out and buy some poor quality produce in what was also a very seedy harbor. The boat boys tried to offer us up one of their moorings that we declined having more faith in our ground tackle. For giggles I dove and photographed one of these fine moorings and counted 5 different lines that had failed and were re-knotted together, severe chafe, rusted links and a half a foot of barnacles attacking the thing. Some naive yachties trust these more than they trust their own anchoring ability! Skipping Grenada, we sailed on through the night to Trinidad our final destination of the season.
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