Barbuda

April 16, 2014

posted from Falmouth Harbour, Antigua

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GUADELOUPE TO ANTIGUA

If you remember from our last post, we sailed southeast from St. Kitts to Guadeloupe so we could get a wind angle to sail north to Antigua.  After a few days in Deshais, we took advantage of a nice weather forecast to sail north to Jolly Harbour on Antigua’s west coast. Three other boats that we know, Just Imagine, Never Bored, and Viking Angel all left at about the same time, but headed for Falmouth Harbour on Antigua’s south coast.

We had to motor for an hour to clear the north end of Guadeloupe, but then the wind filled in from just aft the beam. The seas were quite calm at first, built to only about four feet between the islands, and then dropped as we approached Antigua, so it was a great sail.

With the wind and waves on the beam we had an outstanding sail from Guadeloupe to Antigua

With the wind and waves on the beam we had an outstanding sail from Guadeloupe to Antigua

Partway between the islands we spotted fins breaking the surface. We got a quick look at five pilot whales. They swam next to the boat, but slower than we were sailing and we quickly left them behind.

We get a brief visit from some pilot whales

We get a brief visit from some pilot whales

The approach to Antigua is easy. You keep the reef at the southwest end of the island to starboard and sail on up the island. We were in the shallows past the reef and got a hit on the lure we were dragging. We pulled the fish in and soon saw that it was a baracuda. There are two problems with baracudas – they are likely to have ciguatera poisoning from eating reef fish and they have big, ugly teeth between you and the lure you want to retrieve. It took a bit to get control of the fish and get the hook loose, but we did it.

JOLLY HARBOUR

We are getting to like the Jolly Harbour anchorage in that we can slide up to near the front of the crowd and find a shallow spot to anchor. We stayed out there for a couple days, but a swell came up that got all the boats rolling and we moved to the inner harbor and picked up a mooring for a few more days.

One day we hiked out the peninsula that separates Jolly Harbour from Five Islands Bay. The route took us through gated community that surrounds the inner part of Jolly Harbour.

Typical street scene in the village at Jolly Harbour

Typical street scene in the village at Jolly Harbour

 

There's more than one way to catch a crab

There’s more than one way to catch a crab

SPAINISH POINT, BARBUDA

Barbuda is Antigua’s sister island to the north. We have wanted to go there, but never had the right weather at the right time. We saw a window coming up when we were in Guadeloupe and we also met some friends who had the same plan. They came around to Five Islands the day before we were to leave, so we coordinated with them over the VHF radio.

Five Islands is just to the north, so we raised anchor about a half hour before the other group was to leave with the hope that we would meet them as they started out. They all started a bit late so we motored slowly out in front of the group giving them a chance to catch up.  The wind filled in just as they were catching up to us.

We initially took a conservative course that would take us west of Codrington Shoals, but after some discussion we joined Bill and Coleen on Dolce Vita, Tom and Leslie on Farhaven, and Rob and Ellen on Miclo III on a new course between Codrington Shoals and Dodington Bank and save us a couple miles of motoring into the wind at the end of the trip. Chuck and Barb on the trawler Tusen Takk II stayed on the more westward course.

Dolce Vita sailing to Barbuda

Dolce Vita sailing to Barbuda

 

Tuesen Tak II cruises smoothly

Tuesen Tak II cruises smoothly

The line began to run off our fishing reel as we entered the mile wide passage between the shallows. Jackie eased the main and then helped me land a two foot long rainbow runner.

We catch a tasty rainbow runner

We catch a tasty rainbow runner

By the time we had the fish on board and stowed we were the last of the armada entering the Spanish Point anchorage. We were concerned there wouldn’t be enough room for the eight boats in our fleet plus the four or five others already there, but we found a spot among the coral with no problem.

This is probably one of the bigger groups of boats to be in this anchorage at one time and was certainly the largest “organized” group we ever sailed with. In addition to the boats already mentioned there were the cats: Robin and Cheryl on Just Imagine, Chris and Sheila on Never Bored, Morris and Elizabeth on the other ketch, Viking Angel, and Sandy and Kim who were already in the anchorage on Kewayden.

The Armada anchored at Spanish Point, Barbuda

The Armada anchored at Spanish Point, Barbuda

ABOUT BARBUDA

Barbuda is a low island. The highest point is about 125 ft. It is very dry and the small population is mostly clustered around Codrington. Donkeys and horses roam freely about the island. It has long, deserted beaches and beautiful aqua water. It’s a lot like what you dream about when you start cruising. The Codrington family leased the island from England starting in 1685. They used the island as a hunting preserve and kept slaves to raise cattle and root vegetables.

When emancipation came, the slaves stayed on the island and continued to live in the cooperative way that they had been. There are so few people that they use whatever land they need – no land is actually owned by anyone. And although Barbuda was forced to join Antigua when the islands became independent from England, Barbuda has kept somewhat apart. They like their way of life and have resisted almost all commercial developement, even going so far as to push a resort developer’s office trailer and equipment over the cliff into the ocean, thus stopping the project.

STUFF WE DID IN BARBUDA

The weather started to pipe up and promised to remain so for five or six days, so most of us were here for the duration. The exceptions were Kewayden leaving for Antigua after a couple days, and the trawler Bodacious arriving with guests. I will talk about some of the highlights rather than go into a day by day narrative of the activities. The group is very active and have done hikes, snorkeling, and island tour, and happy hours on some of the larger boats.

Happy Hour

Happy Hour

We snorkeled in a few different places in the anchorage and on the east coast.  We spotted a few of these crabs hiding in the sand near our boat.

Lots of little crabs were hiding in the sandy bottom near our boat

Lots of little crabs were hiding in the sandy bottom near our boat

Snorkeling

Snorkeling

The King Helmet was wandering around the “kiddy pool”, a shallow area on the Atlantic side that was well shielded from the waves and warmed by the sun.

King Helmet

King Helmet

While snorkeling behind a reef on the Atlantic side I spotted the stingray (top) buried in the sand and then the other one (bottom) nearby.

I saw these two southern stingrays near the beach

I saw these two southern stingrays near the beach

There are a couple sink holes and many caves on the island. We visited some on both hikes and the tour.

Looking down into the sinkhole

Looking down into the sinkhole

At the bottom of the sinkhole

At the bottom of the sinkhole

Cave we hiked to on the first day

Cave we hiked to on the first day

Chris climbs up in a cave we visited on our tour

Chris climbs up in a cave we visited on our tour

Barbuda’s coastline is a mixture of coral, rock, and beaches. The east coast gets the brunt of the Atlantic’s wind and waves, so much of it is rocky. But in between are beaches protected by coral. Unfortunately the onshore wind and waves deposit a lot of flotsam and jetsam on the beaches. Some are a virtual trash dump, but others remain clear and pristine.

Here we are on Barbuda's Atlantic coast

Here we are on Barbuda’s Atlantic coast

 

Much of Barbuda's Atlantic coast is very rugged in contrast to the beaches on the Caribbean coast

Much of Barbuda’s Atlantic coast is very rugged in contrast to the beaches on the Caribbean coast

Parts of Barbuda's Atlantic coast collects trash washed ashore by waves

Parts of Barbuda’s Atlantic coast collects trash washed ashore by waves

 

The Caribbean beaches (west side) are long and beautiful

The Caribbean beaches (west side) are long and beautiful

We also arranged for a trip to the Frigate Bird colony, one of the largest in the world. The trip started with a taxi ride to Codrington and then a boat ride to the colony. As you approach you see that the sky is filled with frigate birds. As you get closer you see that the mangroves are filled with roosting and nesting frigate birds.

Just a small part of the frigate bird colony

Just a small part of the frigate bird colony

The most interesting birds were the fuzzy headed chicks and the males advertising for mates by inflating their red neck pouches.

Male frigate bird displaying his inflatable throat pouch

Male frigate bird displaying his inflatable throat pouch

 

Frigate bird family (l to ) Mom, Chick, Dad

Frigate bird family (l to ) Mom, Chick, Dad

Typical fuzzy frigate bird chick

Typical fuzzy frigate bird chick

RETURN TO ANTIGUA

The plan was to be in Antigua for the Classic Regatta and when a weather window came we took it.  We had a nice sail with small  seas and the wind on the beam.  As we approached Antigua we got a hit on our fishing line and pulled in what we think is a Bonito.

We caught this Bonito on the way back to Antigua

We caught this Bonito on the way back to Antigua

We anchored in Jolly Harbour so we could do some reprovisioning.

This concluded our Leeward Island cruise that we reported in the last few posts.  We started in Antigua and cruised to  Nevis, St. Kitts, sailed past Montserrat on the way to Guadeloupe, and returned to Antigua.  We then sailed to Barbuda and back to Antigua.

We sailed from Antigua to Nevis to St. Kitts to Guadeloupe to Antigua to Barbuda and back to Antigua

We sailed from Antigua to Nevis to St. Kitts to Guadeloupe to Antigua to Barbuda and back to Antigua

We will stay in Antigua for the Classic Regatta and Sailing Week, and then start the trip south to Grenada.

NEXT: ANTIGUA CLASSIC REGATTA

Three Island Tour

March 29, 2014

posted from Jolly Harbour, Antigua

JOLLY HARBOUR

It was time.  We motored out of English Harbour and sailed around the southwest corner of Antigua to Jolly Harbour.  This was a relatively short cruise that gave us a chance to make sure we had the boat rigged right and that all systems were working.  The trip was uneventful and only a couple small items needed attention.  We anchored in about 7 feet of water – always an interesting experience because Compass Rose draws just under five feet.

Jolly Harbour has easy access to a fancy and expensive food store where we can get items not available in the local island stores.  It also is home to the main Budget Marine store on the island, so last minute items were easy to get.  We also discovered a couple good bird watching ponds on that side of the island.  One is in easy walking distance and the other is off the bus route.  We spent parts of a few days visiting these areas.  The nearby pond was good, but the one farther away had only a couple birds – a letdown from last spring when it was teeming with birds.  We also took a bus and taxi to a salt pond on the north side of the island and saw lots of birds there.

VAMOOSE SKEDADDLES

Cruising life is full of hellos and goodbyes as boats move from harbor to harbor and island to island, but the goodbyes are usually just until your paths cross again.  Unfortunately some of the goodbyes are because someone is quitting cruising.  This time it was our friends Dave and Nancy on Vamoose.   Dave set sail solo for the US and we have been tracking him via Single Sideband Radio and reporting his progress to Nancy. We are going to miss them a lot.

Dave sails Vamoose past Nevis on his way north

Dave sails Vamoose past Nevis on his way north

GOODBYE ANTIGUA

After about a week in Jolly Harbour we had all our provisioning done, got the weather we were waiting for, and headed west towards Nevis and St. Kitts.  The forecast was for relatively light winds and calm seas.  There was supposed to be a swell coming in from the north, but it never amounted to much.  We started early and motored for a few hours until the wind filled in.  The wind came up from directly astern pretty much as expected.  Compass Rose doesn’t like the wind directly aft, so we pointed a bit north and aimed for the cut between the islands.  This was a longer sail than going around the south end of Nevis, but we sailed a lot faster.

After all this time we still know what to do with those big white things on the boat

After all this time we still know what to do with those big white things on the boat

We did a little  bird watching along the way.  The most interesting was the frigate bird. He was trying to scoop some small fish who were jumping out of the water to try to escape some bigger fish.  This is a tricky operation because a frigate bird cannot take off from the water.

Frigate bird trying to scoop up fish

Frigate bird trying to scoop up fish

I hope the frigate bird did better than me.

THREE STRIKES, THREE OUTS

Things got interesting in another way after we got the sails up.  I was in the middle of doing something with the sails when the line began spooling off the bigger fishing pole but by the time I got to the pole, the fish was gone.

A little later the line began spooling off the smaller pole.  I ran back and grabbed the pole and cranked in some drag to stop the line.  Then I cranked in some more drag.  Then more drag.  The line kept spooling off in bursts and there was nothing I could do to stop it.  I looked out behind the boat and saw a sailfish jump! I looked at the reel and the line kept running out in spurts.  Soon I could see the spool, the all that was left was one loop and the knot.  Then the line broke.  The sailfish put on quite a display jumping behind the boat as we sailed away.  It was probably for the better, because we would have a terrible time trying to land and deal with a five foot sailfish.

The line started spooling out a third time as we approached the narrows.  I got the rod, put in some drag and started reeling the fish in.  This one was much smaller and more manageable and he mostly skimmed on top of the water as I pulled him in.  Then just as I got him close to the boat I lost him.  I pulled the line and lure aboard and found that one of the hooks had broken off – probably when the first fish struck.

Lure missing hook, reel missing line

Lure missing hook, reel missing line

HELLO NEVIS

We found our way between the islands and down to Charlestown.  Our information was that all the anchorages in Nevis had been converted to mooring fields, so we grabbed a mooring, put the dinghy together and went in to town.  We just caught Customs, Immigration, and the Port Captain before they went home for the day.  We found out that the mooring we were on was private, so we moved up the coast to Pinney’s Beach and picked up an official mooring, one of the last left in mooring field. This group of moorings are in the shadow of the volcano.  We got some spectacular sunsets to the west as the nearly full moon rose over the volcano to the east.  We got one of the best green flashes we have ever seen.

Moonrise over the volcano

Moonrise and frigate bird over the volcano

Sunset

Sunset

Cruise ship at sundown

Cruise ship on the horizon

Our first day on Nevis we took a tour with a taxi driver we met on the dock.  He “scratches the guitar” under the name Watusi, and is sometimes referred to as Bird Man, but his friends seem to call him Dave.  He made me look short and heavy.  He is into holistic stuff and claims that the crumbling masonry in old buildings on the island is good to rub into your skin.

Exfoliation by mortar

Exfoliation by mortar

When we got back to the boat we decided to move to a mooring closer to town.  It was a lot more convenient, but just as rolly.

GOLDEN ROCK

The next day we took a bus to Golden Rock, an old sugar plantation now run as a restaurant and guest house.  There is a road and trail that leads up one of the mountains into the rain forest.  We thought it would be a good place to see some different birds and it would be much cooler hiking than what we usually get on the islands. Golden Rock itself is beautiful.  There are beautiful flowers, guest rooms, and a nice restaurant, not to mention birds, caterpillars, and monkeys.

Frangipani caterpillar turns into a big, brown moth

Frangipani caterpillar loves the leaves of the frangipani tree and turns into a big, brown moth

Find the monkey

Find the monkey

Resting poolside at Golden Rock

Resting poolside at Golden Rock

The hike is a road that goes up the mountain to support a water pipeline.  The first part is paved and goes through a small settlement.  Then it turns to gravel, and finally just rocks.  The pipeline brings rainwater from the mountain top down to cisterns.

Goat herd we saw on the road

Goat herd we saw on the road

Pipeline brings water down the mountain from the rain forest

Pipeline brings water down the mountain from the rain forest

Unfortunately we didn’t have a lot of luck with birds that day.

BOTANICAL GARDENS

The next day we took a bus to some botanical gardens.  So here is where you get a break from all the bird pictures and get to see some beautiful flowers.  Unfortunately I don’t know the name of many of them.

Bananaquit

Blue flowers

It turns out five bees were leaning on shovels watching one gather nectar

It turns out five bees were leaning on shovels watching one gather nectar

bird

Interesting yellow and orange leaf

Black bird

Pink flowers

Humming bird

Yellow flowers

Humming bird

Pink flowers

Humming bird

Pink and green flowers

ST KITTS

We tried three different moorings in Nevis, but all rolled.  We motored up the coast to check out some of the other mooring fields, but in the end we sailed over to St. Kitts.  We picked Majors Bay on the south end of St. Kitts facing Nevis.  It looked well protected.  We motored into the bay and realized that one of the terminals for the car ferry between Nevis and St. Kitts is in the bay.  We anchored and waited to see what the ferry would do.  As it turned out we were well out of his way and he created very little wake, so we stayed for a couple days to get a chance to explore the south end of the island.

Ferry under full moon in Majors Bay

Ferry under full moon in Majors Bay

Nevis mooring ball that escaped to Majors Bay, St. Kitts

Nevis mooring ball that escaped to Majors Bay, St. Kitts

BASSETERRE, ST KITTS

We moved to Port Zante Marina in Basseterre, St. Kitts.  Basseterre is the biggest town in St. Kitts and Nevis.  The marina is next to the cruise ship port, which is  full of duty free stores and houses customs and immigration, so it is the best place to stay when you need to clear out of the country.

The cruise ships looked huge

The cruise ships looked huge

Port Zante Marina with more working fishing boats than cruising yachts

Port Zante Marina with more working fishing boats than cruising yachts

The big city is convenient because there are grocery stores nearby and it’s an easy walk to the bus terminal.  We took advantage of the local buses to visit a couple tourist attractions and a restaurant along the coast. The first place we visited was Brimstone Hill, site of one of the oldest and most well preserved forts in the Caribbean.  It was improved over the years and became known as the Gibralter of the Caribbean.  We got off the bus and started to walk up to the fort.  A van came down from the fort, picked up some people, and then stopped for us.  It was the employee shuttle and they gave us a ride to the fort, some 800 feet above sea level.  

Jackie and I at the fort with Statia (St. Eustatius) in the background

Jackie and I at the fort with Statia (St. Eustatius) in the background

Just a small part of Fort George, Brimstone Hill

Just a small part of Fort George, Brimstone Hill

The next day we took the bus to the Clay Villa, an old plantation and the only one on St. Kitts that did not use slave labor.  It is owned by a woman who is a direct descendant of a Caribe, the native tribe that inhabited St. Kitts when Columbus discovered the island.  We got there early and did some birding around the grounds before the tour.  The tour was of the old plantation house and its gardens.

Lizard

Lizard

Rare white winged pigeon

Rare white winged pigeon

BIRDING WITH PERCY

We spent our last day in St. Kitts birding with a local bird watcher named Percy.  He took us around to many of his favorite spots and we saw fifty different species that day.

GUADELOUPE

We had a good time in St. Kitts, but the wind was coming a bit north and that would be good for our sail from St. Kitts to Deshais, Guadeloupe.  This trip would be about eighty miles and could easily take fourteen hours.  We had planned to move to Nevis and start from there, but we had trouble catching anyone in the marina office so we could pay our bill.  Also, the customs officer was having trouble printing out our clearance so he let me leave his office and he brought it to the boat.

We left the marina at 3:45 AM and motored southeast past Nevis.  The wind finally filled in and we had a pretty good but bumpy sail to Montserrat.  We expected the seas and wind to calm down a bit behind the island, but both wrapped around the south end of the island and we had to motor directly into them.  At times we were down below three knots trying to push through the wind and waves.  The only good thing about it was that we got a great view of the lava flows from the volcano.

West lava flow

West lava flow

Southwest lava flow

Southwest lava flow

The wind and waves came back to a more normal direction when we cleared the south end of the island.  The wind picked up and we flew to Deshais.  We arrived about 8 pm, some 16 hours after we started, and anchored in the dark.

The next day we cleared in and rested.

MORE FLOWERS

Deshais is a little seaside tourist town.  It has some restaurants, some souvenir shops (one hosts the customs and immigration computer), and a couple grocery stores.  Just outside of town at the top of a long steep hill there is a very nice botanical garden.  Naturally we hiked up to visit it.    There were lots of interesting trees and flowers and of course a few birds.

Banyon tree drops shoots from its limbs which take root

Banyon tree drops shoots from its limbs which take root

Flamingos sleeping

Flamingos sleeping

 

Flamingo looking for insects under a rock

Flamingo looking for insects under a rock

Purple-throated Carib

Purple-throated Carib

Sun shining through the leaves

Sun shining through the leaves

Red flowers

Red flowers

More flowers

More flowers

Let's see..put in 50 cents...food comes out the tube..WAIT!! I FORGOT THE CUP!!

Let’s see..put in 50 cents…food comes out the tube..WAIT!! I FORGOT THE CUP!!

 

Blue flower

Blue flower

Kapok tree

Kapok tree

NEXT: RETURN TO ANTIGUA (Where there are no botanical gardens)

 

Laid Back in Antigua (Sort of)

March 5, 2014

published from Ordinance Bay, English Harbour, Antigua

I don’t seem to be able to blog as fast as things happen, so this post keeps growing and may be getting a little disjointed.  Here we go.

BOAT WORK

After a boat work semi-marathon we launched Compass Rose on January 22.  Since then we have split our time between relaxing, hiking, hanging out with friends, and – of course – more boat work.

The work encompasses all aspects of the boat.  Some items are improvements like making an awning for the aft cabin hatch to keep out rain or moving the shower sump to a more accessible location and replacing the float switch; some are maintenance like touching up the rusty spots on the engine or oiling all the padlocks that we use to secure items on deck; and some are repairs or replacements of parts that have failed, such as the fresh water pump, the anchor snubber,  and the watermaker.  Sometimes I tell people I would be happy if I could just fix things faster than they break.

One of the more involved problems was with our portable Honda generator, which we use when running power tools and the sewing machine.  We were doing a few days of sewing projects and the Honda ran fine one day and wouldn’t start the next.  I tried everything, but no luck.  It seemed like the compression was low.  I did a little research online and found that the motor has very tight tolerances in the valve guides and that if you run old fuel it can leave deposits that will cause the intake valve to stick open.  I dug in and sure enough, the valve was stuck.  Luckily I was able to grab it with vice grips and work it loose.

Performing surgery on Mr. Honda

Performing surgery on Mr. Honda

We have done a few hikes into the middle ground – the peninsula between English Harbour and Falmouth Harbour, and along the coast up to the flagpole near Freeman’s Bay on the southeast side of English Harbour.  We have coordinated some of the hikes with local boating events – finishes of more of the Talisker Whiskey Challenge transatlantic rowboats and the Antigua Superyacht races.

ROWBOATS

We walked out to Fort Berkeley to watch one of the rowboats come in – and got rained on as we walked back.

Fort Berkely and English Harbour as seen from the flagpole

Fort Berkeley and English Harbour as seen from the flagpole

Coastline where the sailboat ran aground (see previous blog entry)

Coastline where the sailboat ran aground (see previous blog entry)

Not everything stops when rowers finish.  Here we see Mannix cruising in his water taxi and a couple divers are helping the big yachts with their anchors.

Another transatlantic rowboat finishes

Another transatlantic rowboat finishes

These guys had the good fortune to arrive mid-morning when they could see and lots of people were about to welcome them.  A couple boats arrived in the wee hours of the morning.

This pair arrived around dinner time and had only a small reception

This pair arrived around dinner time and had only a small reception

One team still remains to finish.  The two women team – Inspirational Friends - had to have a new rudder dropped off to them and after 90 days still have 757 miles to go.

SUPERYACHTS

The Antigua Superyacht Challenge is a three day semi-pursuit race.  In a pure pursuit race each boat is assigned a start time based on its handicap with the slowest boat starting first.  If the handicaps are perfect and all boats are sailed equally well, they will theoretically finish at the same time.  To avoid a pileup at the finish, the organizers started the boats at three minute intervals.  As it turned out, the finish was pretty exciting on the final day.  Here is a quick description from the Superyacht Challenge Antigua blog:

“126′ Schooner, Gloria finished the regatta in style scoring their second bullet to elevate the team into third overall, but only just, Gloria was tied on points with 180′ Hoek designed ketch, Marie. Gloria took the podium place ahead of Marie by virtue of two first places in the regatta.

Gloria getting cruising around before the race

Gloria getting cruising around before the race

182′ Dykstra Schooner, Adela was runner up to Gloria in Race 4, assuring the the Adela team of second place overall, just a point ahead of both Marie and Gloria. In the last race, Adela beat Unfurled by just 2 seconds after time correction. Significantly if Unfurled had beaten Adela, the 112′ sloop would have tied for an overall victory for the regatta. However, the overall winner of the 4th edition of the Superyacht Challenge Antigua was the 102′ Ketch, Marama by a single point from Unfurled.”
Adela on a spinnaker run

Adela on a spinnaker run

Marie hard on the wind

Marie hard on the wind

Just another day at the office

Just another day at the office

Marama going onto the marine railway.  The diver is Fire, the fellow who hauled and launched Compass Rose

Marama going onto the marine railway before the race. The diver is Fire, the fellow who hauled and launched Compass Rose

AROUND THE ANCHORAGE
Each anchorage on each island has its own character.  English Harbour can be thought of as three areas: Freeman’s Bay, the outer anchorage off Galleon Beach; the middle area with Slipway Marina and Boatyard and Nelson’s Dockyard Marina on either side; and the lagoon anchorages consisting of Tank Bay and Ordnance Bay.
We are at the edge of Ordnance Bay, which along with Tank Bay are homes to liveaboards who will probably never move their boats and abandoned boats.  We ended up here because Freeman’s Bay was too crowded when we launched.
Some boats are here to stay

Some boats are here to stay

Anchor too close to the mouth of either bay and the park people will tell you to move.  They seem to like to do this late in the day, so you have little daylight left to find a new spot.

Quite a contrast to our neighbors on either side of us

Quite a contrast between our neighbors on either side of us

Freeman’s Bay is the main cruiser anchorage, although there are a few more or less permanently anchored boats there.  This is a nice anchorage except that when the wind goes light or swirls and/or the tide changes the boats can swing in different directions relative to each other.  And just to make it more interesting, just today they moved one navigation marker a couple boat lengths into the anchorage, thus widening the channel and reducing the anchoring space.
On the lighter side, we do see a lot of interesting craft in the anchorage.
Zebra boat in Ordinance Bay

Zebra boat in Ordinance Bay

We see a wide range of vessels

We see a wide range of vessels

Commuting to work.  This thing actually folds.

Commuting to work. This thing actually folds.

How would you think this guy makes a living?  The boat never moves.

How would you think this guy makes a living? The boat never moves.  (double-click on the picture to blow it up and you will see the boat’s name is Daily Bread)

Reality check

Reality check (sailboat is named Illusion, the dinghy is named Reality)

Jackie paddling back from her afternoon swim with the ladies

Jackie paddling back from her afternoon swim with the ladies

HIKES

We do a bit of hiking in the hills around Antigua’s south coast.  It’s a combination of bird watching, exercise, and just doing something different.  We often start our middle ground hikes by walking past this old rainwater catchment.

Rainwater catchments like this are common on the islands.  This one seems to feed a shade tree car wash operation

Rainwater catchments like this are common on the islands. This one seems to feed a shade tree car wash operation

Jackie hiking

Jackie hiking

We haven’t seen too many interesting birds this year, but the goats are out in abundance. On one of our first hikes this year we came across a baby goat that was young enough to be showing an umbilical cord. It had no fear of humans and walked right up to me.

Goats.  They are all over the Middle Ground

Goats. They are all over the Middle Ground

Flower in the sun

Flower in the sun we saw on a hike

Enjoying a little coconut water on the beach after a long, hot hike

Enjoying a little coconut water on the beach after a long, hot hike

BIRDS

I mentioned that we have not seen many interesting birds this year, but the birds we do see have kept life interesting.  We are still getting visited by Bananaquits flying into the boat and there always seems to be a frigate bird nearby.

Frigate bird soaring over the anchorage

Frigate bird soaring over the anchorage

But the most entertaining are the pelicans feeding.  The fly around the anchorage and go into a steep dive when the spot a fish.  Just as they are about to hit the water they tuck in their wings.  There is a huge splash and the bird bobs back up and either swallows a fish or takes off to look for another one.

Pelican cruising

Pelican cruising

The pelicans love to roost on the local boats

The pelicans love to roost on the local boats

This is what a pelican looks like as it dives into the water to catch a fish

This is what a pelican looks like as it dives into the water to catch a fish

MONTSERRAT
When Jimmy Buffet sings, “I don’t  know where I’m a gonna go when the volcano blows” think “Montserrat”.  This island is just to the southeast of Antigua.  We have sailed past it twice – both times at night – and we could smell the sulphur each time.  The volcano has had three major eruptions since the early 90′s.  The last was just a couple months before we sailed by the first time on 2010.
We have always wanted to visit the island, but the lava from one eruption filled in the old harbor.  The new harbor has little anchoring space and a reputation for being rolly so we decided to fly over.  Our friends Jack and Bobbi from Moonrise joined us for the trip.
The plane was pretty small.  Eight seats and two engines.  An airport employee escorted the four of us and our three fellow passengers across the tarmac to the plane.  When we got there one of the other passengers decided to lead us in prayer and it was pretty clear he wasn’t getting on the plane until we complied.
The guy led us in prayer BEFORE he found out who the copilot was

A fellow passenger  led us in prayer BEFORE he found out who the copilot was

We took off and turned south which took us right over English and Falmouth Harbours.

Flying over English Harbour and the edge of Falmouth Harbour.  Compass Rose is by the red arrow

Flying over English Harbour and the edge of Falmouth Harbour. Compass Rose is by the red arrow

The flight to Montserrat went quickly and we got some great views of the island.
Approaching Montserrat

Approaching Montserrat

East side of the volcano

East side of the volcano

Our guide met us at the airport and took us to a trail in the rain forest where the Montserrat Oriole is known to hang out.  They were there, but they stayed in the tops of the trees and were very hard to see.
The elusive Montserrat Oriole

The elusive Montserrat Oriole

Despite the difficulty in bird watching, hiking in the rain forest was a refreshing change from the arid and mostly shadeless south coast of Antigua.
From there we worked our way to the south end of the island to see the volcano.  Our guide took us to the observation center where we saw a really good movie on the history of the volcano eruptions.  The eruptions impacted the most densely inhabited parts of the island.  Many people left the island because there was nowhere for them to live.  Our guide has lived on Montserrat all his life and he lost his home to the volcano as did most people.
Jack and Bobbi from Moonrise pose with us at the observation center with the volcano in the background

Jack and Bobbi from Moonrise pose with us at the observation center with the volcano in the background

The island has various exclusion zones.  The main one includes the old capitol city of Plymouth and can only be entered by scientists.  The next one was closed until a couple years ago and is now only open during the day.  People can live in the next zone, but must be ready to evacuate within 24 hours.
Much of Plymouth was destroyed outright, but many buildings still stand and some are largely untouched except for ash.  Unfortunately no one can live in the exclusion zones because of the uncertainty of whether or not the volcano will erupt again.
Plymouth was largely wiped out by the volcano

Plymouth was largely wiped out by the volcano

Some buildings are relatively untouched, but many are buried in ash

Some buildings are relatively untouched, but many are buried in ash

The flight back was almost as interesting as the flight over.  We passed over Jolly Harbour and got a good look at the Five Islands area.
NEXT?
Will our heroes ever get out of Antigua?  Stay tuned.

Whirlwind

January 24, 2014

Posted from English Harbour, Antigua

WILMINGTON

We flew from Morocco to Wilmington, NC and visited our new house.  It was essentially done – just waiting for them to screen in the back porch -  or as they call it here: the “Lanai.”

The new house

The new house

Obviously we need help decorating

Obviously we need help decorating

ST. LOUIS

Then it was on to St. Louis to spend Thanksgiving with our niece, Nancy, and her family.  It was cold – much colder than Morocco or even Wilmington for that matter.  The visit was great.  Thanksgiving was fun and filling, we decorated for Christmas, and we went to the zoo to see the Christmas lights.

Jackie having some quality time with Sumer

Jackie having some quality time with Sumer

Smiling for the camera

Smiling for the camera

Aren't they cute?

Aren’t they cute?

Willow models her new hat

Willow models her new hat

Putting the angel on the tree

Putting the angel on the tree

WILMINGTON – AGAIN

We returned to Wilmington after Thanksgiving and spent a little more time in the house and see how the screened in porch turned out.

The porch is screened in

The porch is screened in

DC

Early December found us driving to Washington, DC.  We spent a couple days with our friends Bob and Terri, then I flew to Antigua and Jackie started a round of visiting friends in the northern VA/DC area and family in Michigan.

ANTIGUA

It was nice to get back to the tropics after all the winter weather in the US, but it was strange being here by myself – especially with the mob of people in town for the Charter Boat Show.  I thought it would get a bit lonely, but I started bumping into people who I knew. Everyone’s boat was in the water at either English Harbour or Falmouth Harbour.

View of the Charter Boat Show beyond Slipway boat yard

View of Slipway boatyard (foreground left) and the Charter Boat Show (back and right)

Unexpected visitor on the boat

Unexpected visitor on the boat.  At least he stayed outside – the bullfinch flew in.

Compass Rose

Compass Rose

I commissioned the dinghy so I could get back and forth between the boatyard and Nelson’s Dockyard.  From the Dockyard I could get to stores and restaurants.  I could also visit friends anchored in English Harbour.  Unfortunately the dinghy was leaking water, so I had to pump it out a couple times a day until I could take it our of service long enough to patch it.  It took two tries.

For the most part Compass Rose survived the six month layup pretty well.  The big problems were that the fresh water pump was locked up and I discovered a propane leak when I made coffee one morning.  Luckily we had a spare pump so I could get water out of the tanks and we had a spare pressure regulator for the propane, so I could cook on the boat.  I also found that the cutlass bearing was worn out, and there was no replacement of the proper size on the island.

There were also quite a few small things that either stopped working or needed repair or maintenance, or just needed to be made better.  I spent three weeks getting the boat ready to launch.  I also had to arrange for a survey because the insurance company wants one at least every five years.  Then I flew back to the US for the holidays.

HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS

The trip to Antigua was about 12 hours of waiting in airports or flying.  The trip back had an overnight stay in Toronto.  The weather had been bad the day I arrived and many flights were cancelled.  The next morning the airport was a zoo with people whose flights were cancelled trying to rebook.  It took so long to check in that I would have missed my flight if it hadn’t been delayed.

Jackie met me at the Cleveland airport and we went to my mom’s.  We got to spend Christmas eve opening presents with my siblings, their kids, and even one grand nephew.  The ongoing background entertainment was having the NORAD Santa tracker going on the TV so we could keep track of when Santa would officially arrive.

Big kid - little kid

Big kid – little kid

Eighty eight years old and one phone is not enough

Eighty eight years old and one phone is not enough

We also spent an evening with some old friends who I worked with and paddled whitewater with when I got out of college.  I hadn’t seen them in twenty years or more, but it was like it had been just yesterday.

Old friends

Old friends.  Joe, Eric, Joan, JoAnne, Kim, MaryAnne, John, and Dave

From there we drove to Michigan to visit Jackie’s family.  She has enough siblings that we can spend a long time visiting them without ever overstaying our welcome at any one place.  We had an early New Year’s gathering with quite a few of the family and then fireworks in the evening. We started back for Wilmington via Ohio, but the roads were so bad we bailed out at another of Jackie’s brother’s houses.  The weather was much better the next day and we eventually arrived in Wilmington.

BACK TO THE ISLANDS

We did a quick stop in Wilmington to swap winter clothes for shorts, t-shirts, and bathing suits and then we hopped a plane for Antigua.  There is nothing like stepping out of the plane and walking down the steps (no wimpy jetway here) into the warm, humid, palm-treed environment – especially when you just left feet of snow and sub-freezing temperatures.

We spent a week in a local hotel while we got Compass Rose ready to launch.  It was nice if you didn’t mind the music from the Improve Rasta Shack next door.  The info sheet in the hotel room said that you should contact the management if the music didn’t stop by 3 AM.  A week passed and our reservation was used up, but we still weren’t ready to launch, so we moved aboard.

The surveyor had looked at the bottom of the boat while we were away and gave us a list of things to check – none of which were on our to-do list.  I was going to list all the things we did to the boat, but it would have been too long.

We found a couple interesting things in the boatyard when we got back.  The first was that the motor mount bracket for our outboard broke.  We usually mount the motor on the inside of the rail where it is supported by the deck.  Luckily it didn’t fall off.

Dinghy motor mount bracket fails

Dinghy motor mount bracket fails

The other interesting thing was that a boat sailing up from Trinidad crashed on the rocks just outside English Harbour.  The single-handed captain was asleep below when the boat sailed into the rocks.

This is what happens when you fall asleep

This is what happens when you fall asleep

Life in the boat yard wasn’t to0 bad.  We got a lot done and met some nice people.  We also had a little excitement in the harbour.  The Talisker Whiskey Atlantic Challenge is a rowing race from the Canary Islands to English Harbour and three teams finished while we were here.

Each team is raising money for a charity.  Team Locura was first in the open class and first to finish.  The two rowers raised money for the Generous Hearts Foundation, a foundation set-up in Romania to aid on improving the living conditions of orphaned children

The first of the Talisker Whiskey Atlantic Challenge boats finishes

The first of the Talisker Whiskey Atlantic Challenge boats finishes

The second boat in, Atlantic Polo Team, consists of four guys who have been professional sportsmen and horsemen for at least 10 yrs. Their charity is Right to Play.

This is what you look like at over 40 days at sea in a row boat

This is what you look like at over 40 days at sea in a row boat

The third team in, Row2Recovery, consists of two amputee soldiers who rowed across the Atlantic alongside two able-bodied comrades, to raise money for HELP FOR HEROES who work tirelessly to improve the lives of injured service personnel and their Families.  They arrived a little after dark which made for some fantastic photos and pyrotechnics.

Third team finishes at night.

Third team finishes at night.

Crewed by wounded vets.

Crewed by two amputees and two able bodied comrades to raise money to help wounded vets and their families.

What kept you going? Knowing my wife would be at the dock to meet me - and the smell of beer

The reporter asked, “What kept you going?” The answer was essentially: Knowing my wife would be at the dock to meet me – and the smell of beer

LAUNCH

Finally everything we had to do was done and we were ready to launch.  The work list had been exhaustive and exhausting.  We couldn’t ‘wait to get in the water and get the anchor down.

We wanted to fill the water tank, but there was no water in the yard, so after they put Compass Rose on the trailer, they moved her through the yard to another water supply.  Then they ran the trailer into the water and waited while I checked for any leaks.  Then I tried to start the engine and nothing happened.  I swapped in the spare starter and when I was hooking up the wires I found one I couldn’t account for.  It is the ground for the starter relay and I forgot to reconnect it after I worked on the water pump a few days earlier.  Once ALL the wires were connected the engine started right up.

It was late when we launched and by the time we got out to Freemans Bay all the spots were gone, so we had to move into Ordinance Bay and anchor there – just across from Nelson’s Dockyard.

Our view of Nelson's Dockyard Marina

Our view of Nelson’s Dockyard Marina

foreground - Tank Bay, Ordinance Bay in back.  Compass Rose is the second boat from the right

foreground – Tank Bay, Ordinance Bay in back. Compass Rose is the second boat from the right

View from the anchorage

Our first sunset in the anchorage

SIGHTS AROUND THE ANCHORAGE

Check out the guy in the little boat

Check out the guy in the little skiff – He lives on the boat behind him

Just another visitor to Compass Rose

Just another visitor to Compass Rose

You know you have been in the mangroves too long when they start growing out of your boat

You know you have been in the mangroves too long when they start growing out of your boat

Hummingbird we saw in the Middle Ground between English Harbour and Falmouth Harbour

Hummingbird we saw in the Middle Ground between English Harbour and Falmouth Harbour

NEXT – LIFE AFLOAT

Going Transatlantic

January 10, 2014

posted from The Anchorage Inn, English Harbour, Antigua.

We have been building a house in North Carolina.  Our builder kept telling us that we should leave town when our house got to the drywall stage because there would be nothing but dust everywhere.  We took the suggestion to heart and not only got out of town – we left the continent.

By plane.

Jackie and Mohammed, our guide, outside Rick's Cafe in Casablanca

Jackie and Mohammed, our guide, outside Rick’s Cafe, Casablanca, Morocco

No, it’s not the Ricks Café from the movie, but we still had to go, because as Louis Renault said in Casablanca, “Everybody comes to Rick’s.”

So here we are in Morocco.  We got a good deal on a last minute tour.

I originally was going to walk you through the tour place by place, but I think it will be better to talk about aspects of the country.

There could easily be twice as much text in this post and I had a terrible time culling the 2000 or so photographs down to what I included.  Here is the story:

We had an overnight flight to Casablanca, met our guide and our fellow travelers, and started the whirlwind tour.  We travelled from Casablanca to Rabat, the capital city.  From there it was on to Meknes and then Fez (the city, not the hat). After Fez, we passed through the Atlas Mountains to Erfoud.  We spent a couple nights on the edge of the Sahara Desert, and then visited Tineghir, Marrakech, and Essaouira.

MOROCCO IS A MUSLIM COUNTRY

Let there be no doubt, Morocco is a Muslim country.  Everywhere you look you will see a mosque.  More that that, five times a day they broadcast the Call to Prayer from every mosque.  In older times, each call was repeated four times – once from each side of the mosque.  Now the call is prerecorded and can be heard in any place of any real population.  It never ceased to be a somewhat unreal experience because it was so pervasive and because of the tone of the announcement.  Our guide even had an app on his smart phone to give the call to prayer at the appropriate times each day.

One of our first stops of note was the Hassan II Mosque in Casablanca.  It is the largest mosque in Morocco and the only one in the country that can be entered by non-Muslims.

Hassan II mosque

Hassan II mosque in Casablanca

Inside the mosque

Inside the mosque

This amazing structure was our introduction to Moroccan architecture.

Mosques have separate areas for men and women to cleanse themselves before prayer and separate areas for actual prayer.

You can't wear shoes in a mosque

You can’t wear shoes in a mosque

Local buildings may be old or in ill-repair, but you will still see a well-kept mosque

Local buildings may be old or in ill-repair, but you will still see a well-kept mosque

PEOPLE

The people of Morocco were generally friendly and helpful.  Most are Muslims, but they are more relaxed in their attitudes than in many other countries.  We saw a lot of women wearing non-traditional dress, but almost all had some sort of covering for their hair.  Every once in a while we would see a woman in traditional dress covered head to foot with only her eyes showing.  The next picture is a good example of the range of women’s dress.  The one after shows a couple women in the plaza in very conservative attire.

There was a wide variety of dress among Moroccan women

There was a wide variety of dress among Moroccan women

In the next picture it looks like the woman in western dress is considering getting her hand decorated with henna which creates a tattoo-like design that can last up to a few weeks.  It was hard to tell how many women stay with the very traditional dress, because they would be most likely to seldom venture out into public.

Women in the market plaza wearing very conservative dress

Women in the market plaza wearing very conservative dress doing business with a woman in Western attire

We also found the people to be fairly tolerant of other activities such as drinking alcohol.  Our first night in Rabat our guide took us to a to dinner, but we stopped at a local bar on the way.  A couple days before we went to the desert we stopped at a local store for provisions.  The store was about the same size as the average convenient store here.  There was a separate room that had a good selection of beer, wine, and liquor.  We found that about half of the time a restaurant would serve  alcohol.

But not all locals turned their heads when we did something wrong.  Just as our guide was telling us that it is not allowed to photograph policemen, even at a distance, one our fellow tourists who had wandered off to take a picture was being politely told the same thing by one of the gendarmes.

Oops

Oops

We met a lot of people, but mostly interacted with our guides.  Mohammed, our guide, did a great job.  He was interesting, informative, and had a sense of humor, all while keeping us together – a bit like herding cats.  Her he is in one of his lighter moments guide demonstrating that the cork tree nut is edible – although mostly used for animal feed.

Our guide Mohammed.

Our guide Mohammed.

Earlier I mentioned that Mohammed had an app on his phone to call him to prayer.  He had to do his job as our guide so he couldn’t always observe the call to prayer, but sometimes when we were settled – like in the middle of lunch – he would excuse himself and find a secluded place to pray.

We also had a few local guides for specific historic sites or to shepherd us through a medina.  This was our guide in Tineghir.

Our guide in the town

Our guide in the Tineghir

Roadside vendor

Roadside vendor

Woman cooking traditional flatbread in a wood fired oven

Woman cooking traditional flatbread in a wood fired oven

Local women going about daily life

Local women going about daily life

It was common for us to see men sitting at small roadside cafes, but never any women.

Men relaxing at a cafe

Men relaxing at a cafe

Just one of the many street musicians we encountered.

Just one of the many street musicians we encountered.

Woman in traditional dress waiting for her son to ride back?

Woman in traditional dress waiting for her son to ride back?

Our travel company provides some support to a school in Morocco. We stopped there to visit and have lunch.  A couple students shared a table with us.  One was rather quiet, but the other was fun to talk to.  We even had a geography lesson using a couple big wall maps in the lunch room.

Lunch with student

Fellow traveler, Betty, Jackie, student Lhoussaine and I after lunch

Some businessmen start young.  This fellow would let you pose for pictures holding his baby fox – for a small fee, of course.

Young boy with a baby fox.  You can pay to have your picture taken holding the fox.

Young boy with a baby fox. You can pay to have your picture taken holding the fox. Correction – our friend Ellen tells us this is a Fennec fox and never grows any larger. They are thought to be the precursors to chihuahuas.

 

 

GOVERNMENT

Morocco is a constitutional monarchy with an elected parliament.  The king, King Mohammed VI, has broad powers and has ongoing programs to make sure all households have electricity and that school is available to all.  The king has palaces in all the major cities and towns, but the primary Royal Palace is in Rabat.  We visited the Royal Palace , but there are no tours for visitors, so we could only look from the outside.

Main entrance to the Royal Palace.  The king isn't in.

Main entrance to the Royal Palace. The king isn’t in.

ANTIQUITIES

There are many ancient sites in Morocco and we visited a few on the trip.  One site included the Chellah necropolis from the 14th century and the Andalusian Gardens.

Chellah, a 14th century Merind necropolis

Chellah, a 14th century Merind necropolis

Hassan Tower

Hassan Tower

We saw the Hassan tower, an unfinished mosque built mostly in the 12th century.

On the way to Fez we stopped at the Roman city of Volubis.  This is a UNESCO World Heritage site and is one of the best-preserved Roman archaeological sites in North Africa.

 Roman ruins


Roman ruins

Original Roman mosaic floor

Original Roman mosaic floor

Jackie looks on while the guide explains the olive press

Jackie looks on while the guide explains the olive press

Roman columns

Roman columns

In Tineghir we visited an old mosque and religious school that is no longer being used but is being slowly restored.

Former mosque and religious school

Former mosque and religious school

Mausoleum Mohammad V is a modern structure, but it sits on the site of a mosque that was destroyed by an earthquake in 1755.  The tower, floor, and parts of the roof support column remain.

Plaza by king's tomb

Columns that supported the roof of the mosque

Long ago they dug aquaducts to bring water from the mountains to the plains.  How do you keep a straight line while digging underground?  Every so often you dig a well. In this picture you can see the rope hanging down to the bucket.

Ancient underground aquaduct

Ancient underground aquaduct

MEDINAS AND SOUKS

Welcome to the marketplace

On the way to a party with a lampshade on his head? Welcome to the souk

Everywhere you go, you have to buy things.  The towns and cities have areas that we would find typical – streets with shops along them.  But the two traditional places where goods are sold are medinas and souks.  Strictly speaking, a medina is an old city.  They are usually walled and filled with narrow streets.  Many streets are lined with shops.  Souks are open air markets or commercial quarters.  Souks often begin outside cities or towns, but can eventually be walled and become part of a town.  The souk might be the commercial part of a Medina.  Thus the distinction can blur – at least to this western observer.

Marrakech has a large market plaza outside the souk

Marrakech has a large market plaza outside the medina

Snake charming in the marketplace in Marrakesh

There is a lot to see in the marketplace in Marrakesh

Many vendors had a lot of inventory

Many vendors had a lot of inventory

We visited quite a few market plazas and they were quite interesting, but they were nothing like the souks in the Medinas.

Every older city has marketplace, or souk.  These are the older portion of the city enclosed within walls.  They are streets lined with stall after stall of goods.  Some are quite open and others are very narrow and maze-like.  Many are covered over so you find yourself in an enclosed maze.

In the souq in Marakesh

In the souk in Marrakesh

Inside the souk you can find almost anything.  In some souks will find similar shops in the same area, but in others they are completely mixed.  Some are large and open, others a little narrow rooms.  And everyone is ready to deal.  “For you a special price”

Spices for sale in the souq

Spices for sale in the souk

They sell everything in the souq.....

They sell everything in the souk…..

...everything

…everything

Some souks are old and dingy – others are more open and well lit.

Typical view in the souq

Typical view in the souk

Sometimes the souks were narrow and crowded and you had to dodge delivery animals and vehicles

Sometimes the souks were narrow and crowded and you had to dodge delivery animals and vehicles

Some souks are restricted to foot traffic although that includes push carts and donkeys.  Other souks are open to vehicles and in those you have to be careful of fast moving scooters and motorcycles.

We toured the large souks in Fez and Marrakech.  Our guides were careful not to lose us in these mazes.  At the end of our trip we returned to Marrakech and stayed in a riad in the edge of the souk.  The people at the riad gave us a map and armed with that and a compass we managed to find our way through the souk to the plaza and back.

SPECIALTY PRODUCTS

We constantly passed rows of shops in very small towns and in the cities.   Some were retail establishments, but most were manufacturing, fabrication, or repair establishments.

Typical storefronts

Typical storefronts

We typically passed by places like those in the picture above, but we conveniently stopped at some places that produced local specialty items.  And even more conveniently most accepted credit cards.

On the way to the Sahara Desert we stopped a place that made furniture and art objects out of rocks with embedded fossils.  They were quite beautiful.

A table made with stones containing fossils

A table made with stones containing fossils

After that we visited a rug factory. Local women made rugs on hand looms. We were served tea and shown rugs that were for sale.

Rug factory hand loom

Rug hand loom

We were served tea at the rug factory

We were served tea and then shown rugs for purchase

We stopped at a place that made leather goods from scratch.  They started with hides and ended with very nice leather clothing and articles.  I didn’t get any pictures of the merchandise, but I did get some shots of the leather tanning vats.

Vats for processing hides into leather

Vats for processing hides into leather

In Fez we visited a ceramics shop where they made a wide variety of items.

A potter shapes what appears will be the top to a tagine - a covered serving dish

A potter shapes what appears will be the top to a tagine – a covered serving dish

All ceramics are decorated freehand

All ceramics are decorated freehand…

picture 2

…with a practiced eye…

picture3

…and attention to detail

We watched quite a few artisans decorating the pottery.  They drew simple lines like these – straight and smooth – and repeated identical patterns on piece after piece, all by hand.

A table that looks like this...

A table that looks like this…

It was quite interesting to see how some things were made.  For example, the table pictured above was made face down as shown in the picture below.

...is made by placing the colored pieces face down and pouring the grout around them

…is made by placing the colored pieces face down and pouring the grout around them

We stopped in a textile shop where they did very nice needlework and beautiful weaving.

Women doing needlework

Women doing needlework

Samples in a textile shop

Samples in a textile shop

Not a product, but more of a service, decorating the body with henna is a popular addition to a woman’s outfit.  One evening we went to the home of a woman who creates this body art.  She paints it on and the customer dries it under a lamp into a hard crust.  The next day the customer cleans off the henna and the result is a temporary tattoo.

Jackie gets a henna tattoo

Jackie gets a henna tattoo

These tattoos are generally used for decoration, but they are also part of a bride’s preparation for her wedding.  The groom has to be her servant as long as the henna lasts – as much a two weeks if good quality henna is used.

The finished product

The finished product

Jackie removed the crust to find a rather pale design on her hand.  We were a bit disappointed that it wasn’t a bit darker.

ARGAN OIL

Although argan (pronounced like the gas “argon”) oil is a specialty product it merits its own section.  It is used as a cosmetic and as a food product.  Argan nuts are harvested, the shells cracked open and the meat is ground to release the oil.  We visited a coop where the oil was processed and sold.  This was one of the few places where we felt we could get the pure oil.  The oil in the souks was often cut with other substances.

Even tourists get to grind the argan nuts

Even tourists get to grind the argan nuts

Some livestock – notably goats – like argan nuts.  They eat the nuts, but do not break the shells, but the shells soften as they pass through the goats.  We have been told that people collect and process these nuts to produce oil.

Yes, goats climb trees to eat argan nuts

Yes, goats climb trees to eat argan nuts

I saw this with my own eyes on the way to and from Essaouira.

THE SAHARA DESERT

We spent two nights in the Sahara desert in the tour company’s camp.  The  terrain has areas of hard packed dirt and areas of massive sand dunes.  We travelled by camel and 4-wheel drive SUVs.

Resting up for caravan duty

Resting up for caravan duty

Jackie the camel jockey

Jackie the camel jockey

Sometimes 4-wheel drive is not enough.  I am the second butt from the left.

Sometimes 4-wheel drive is not enough. I am the second butt from the left.

Our tent in the desert

Our tent in the desert

The first morning we got up early to watch the sunrise. It was nice.

Sunrise

Sunrise

To the west we saw camels on the ridge of the high dunes.

Camels silhouetted against the sky

Camels silhouetted against the sky

Sunsets were pretty cool, too.

Sundown behind the dunes

Sundown behind the dunes

Sand dunes

Sand dunes outside our camp

We visited a nomad family.

Nomad tent

Nomad tent

Nomad woman and her daughter host the tourists

Nomad woman and her daughter host the tourists

You can't even leave the nomad camp without checking out the trinkets for sale

You can’t leave the nomad camp without checking out the trinkets for sale

Jackie tries on some headgear

Jackie tries on some headgear

More nomads

More nomads

We also visited a small farm irrigated with water pumped to the surface with pump powered by solar panels.

Solar powered water pump for irrigation

Solar powered water pump for irrigation

Young children man the "gift shop" at the farm

Young children man the “gift shop” at the farm

IRRIGATION

We left the Sahara and passed through the Atlas Mountains.  We passed a small river that has been dammed up.  The impoundment is used to generate hydroelectric power and then the water downstream is used for irrigation.

A man made lake used for irrigation and hydroelectric power

A man made lake used for irrigation and hydroelectric power

Our next stop was the town of Tineghir.  This city is built around a small river.  The land along the river bank is fertile and much of the water is used for irrigation.  The result is a green strip of dense farmland through the valley.

Water cascades into this gorge and is channeled off for irrigation throughout the valley

Water cascades into this gorge and is channeled off for irrigation throughout the valley.

It's amazing what a little irrigation will do.

It’s amazing what a little irrigation will do.

Crops being raised in the valley

Crops being raised in the valley

LANDSCAPES

Morocco has a very dry climate.  Except in the heart of a city, earthy tones of brown and red and pink and yellow dominate.  But when you look closely you can often see a light undergrowth of green tinting the landscape.  Despite the arid environment, small grasses and shrubs find a way to grow.

landscape

Rolling hills were common

Sheep grazing in the desert

Sheep grazing in the desert

Much of the land was flat or rolling hills

Much of the land was cultivated

The Atlas Mountains were impressive.

View of the local countryside

Atlas Mountains

Mountains tower over a fertile strip in a river valley.

The view from our hotel room

The view from our hotel room

Sometimes the green in the landscape was quite amazing

landscape

Lush green in a dry land

But more landscapes were like the next one where a faint hint of green could be seen in the pinks and browns.

Adobe, brick, and concrete blend into the surroundings

Adobe, brick, and concrete blend into the surroundings

The roads through the Atlas Mountains were twisty – and sometimes exciting.

One of the many winding roads we encountered passing through the Atlas Mountains

One of the many winding roads we encountered passing through the Atlas Mountains

We actually encountered some roads more impressive than the one above.

landscape

More rolling hills

We would see planted fields where we least expected them.

We would see planted fields where we least expected them.

OLIVES

No one serves a meal in Morocco without olives – yes, that includes breakfast.  Olive trees grow everywhere. People use ladders and special small, rake-like tools to pull the olives off the trees.  Olives ripen in the sun, so olives in the middle of the tree ripen more slowly than olives on the outside.  A single olive tree can have a variety of olives.

Olives in the market

Olives in the market

Harvesting olives

Harvesting olives

Olive picking tool.  All these olives came from the same tree

Olive picking tool. All these olives came from the same tree

TRANSPORTATION

We travelled by tour bus most of the time, and by four-by-four and camel in the desert.  The most common form of local transportation was the scooter.

Everyone rides scooters

Everyone rides scooters

We saw a few of these livestock trucks.

Sort of like those double decker tour buses except they are for livestock

Sort of like those double decker tour buses except they are for livestock

Typical donkey drawn cart made from car axles and wheels

Typical donkey drawn cart made from car axles and wheels

Horse drawn carriage we toured Marrakesh

Horse drawn carriage that we rode. Not exactly the Marrakesh Express

Luckily these carriages do not operate at high speeds

Luckily these carriages do not operate at high speeds

It was entertaining to see what people would carry on their vehicles.

Who needs a pickup truck?

No wonder you don’t see any U-Haul franchises in Morocco

But the most interesting vehicle we saw was this hand powered tricycle.  Evidently the rider has a problem with his legs, so he rigged up this tricycle with a hand crank using bicycle sprockets and pedals.

Hand powered tricycle

Hand powered tricycle

ESSAOUIRA

Our tour ended in Marrakech.  We said farewell to our guide and fellow tourists and got on a bus to Essaouira, a seacoast town a few hours ride from Marrakech.  The bus ride was uneventful.  Someone met us when we got off.  We were sort of expecting a taxi, but we weren’t sure because our riad was in the souk and cars usually can’t travel there.  The fellow who met us piled our bags in a hand drawn two-wheeled cart and set off into the streets of the walled city.

Cart and motorcycle

Cart like the porter’s and motorcycle

This souk was more open and had wider streets than most we had visited and soon we were at the door of the riad. The road in the following picture is typical for this souk although some were wider and some were very narrow.

Typical road in the souk

Typical road in the souk

This was the third riad we stayed in and similar to the previous ones.  It had four floors of with the common rooms on the ground floor and bedrooms on the rest.  In the center was a nice little courtyard and there was a small patio/dining area on the roof.

The rooftop where we ate breakfast each morning

The rooftop where we ate breakfast each morning

View of the sea from the riad rooftop

View of the sea from the riad rooftop

The riad was very nice inside.

The riad courtyard

The riad courtyard

Our room in the riad

Our room in the riad

We walked through the souk to the sea wall.  The view was impressive in many respects.  The seawall and fortifications were quite substantial and the coast looked so rocky that you wouldn’t think canons would be needed,  But even more memorable was the relentless wind.

Old fortification along the seawall

Old fortification along the seawall

The coastline outside the fort was very rough

The coastline outside the fort was very rough

We walked out of the fort into the harbor area where we found many small fishing boats like the blue ones in the picture below as well as larger fishing boats.

Just some of the many small fishing boats in the harbor

Just some of the many small fishing boats in the harbor

There were many large fishing boats in the harbor as well

There were many large fishing boats in the harbor as well

Boats were built in the harbor.

Wooden boats at different stages of construction

Wooden boats at different stages of construction

Boats are floated onto frames and dragged up the ramp for repair

Old boats are floated onto frames and dragged up the ramp for repair

We also found a few cruising boats and met a couple who had recently arrived from Europe.

We met a pair of cruisers who worked their way down from Europe

Inna and Nikolche on their boat, Nikita

Hopefully we will see them again in the Caribbean.

We walked around the harbor and came to a magnificent beach.  Once through the surf the water was pretty flat and the steady wind made a great place for wind surfing and kite surfing.

The amazing beach was home to wind surfers and kite surfers

The amazing beach was home to wind surfers and kite surfers

We met a British couple who were staying in the riad.  They had heard of an interesting market and we thought it would be fun to go.  We talked with the riad owner about it and his description didn’t quite match what we were expecting, but we thought it sounded like fun.  He arranged for a taxi and off we went.

We drove out into the country and he dropped us off in a little village.  We arranged to meet him at the same spot a couple hours later.

We wandered into the market area – sort of a free form souk.  The people were wall to wall and at first we were going against the flow like salmon swimming upstream.  We obviously didn’t look like locals and we were the only foreigners there.  Other than a couple guys walking around selling cheap jewelry no one seemed to pay us any attention.  After a short time we realized that outside of our group there were only a couple women in the souk.  We spent almost two hours wandering around.  It was probably the closest we got to a pure, non-tourist experience on our trip.  Finally we met the taxi driver at the appointed place and drove back to  Essaouira.

After marching along on a guided tour for so long it was nice to have had a couple days to just relax.  The porter took our bags to the bus station and as we were about to check our bags we realized that we had left our passports in the safe in the riad.  We had fifteen minutes until the bus would depart, so Jackie waited in line while I ran back to the riad.  I found my way with only minor hesitation and was there in five minutes.  The owner ran up to our third floor room and brought down our passports.  He offered to go back to the bus station with me on his bicycle, but I told him he didn’t need to.

I started running back, but I had time to spare so I stopped and walked a couple times.  I went out through the city gate only to realize that I missed a turn somewhere and had to run around the outside of part of the town.  I arrived at what we thought was the departure time only to find out it was the boarding time and I had another fifteen minutes to cool off after my morning exercise.

We spent the next night in Marrakech, flew to Casablanca, and then back to the US.

A FEW ODD PICTURES

Storks are common in Marrakesh

Storks are common in Marrakesh

Wardrobe adjustment

Wardrobe adjustment

Mosque at dusk

Mosque at dusk

COMMUNICATION
It’s funny how signs translate from one language to another.

Hotel Rehab?

Are you checking in?

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This must be the end of the post

Because it’s the end of the post

Summer Vacation 2

October 26, 2013

posted from Washington, DC

So what have we been doing this summer?

Building a House

We have been building a house near Wilmington, NC.  It has taken a lot of energy, but it is well underway now.

Front of house

Front of house

Back of house

Back of house

And to answer the question we always get – the boat stays in the Caribbean.

Sailing
You don’t have to be in the Caribbean to go sailing.  We visited our friends, Bob and Terry, in DC quite a bit this summer while our house was being built.  The most recent visit coincided with the Annapolis Sailboat Show and the Good Old Boat Regatta.  We sailed in the regatta every year when we had a boat on the Bay, so it was great to do it again this year on their boat, China Rose.  We didn’t exactly win, but we had a great sail.

China Rose beating to windward in the Good Old Boat Regatta

China Rose beating to windward in the Good Old Boat Regatta

The China Rose crew (l to r) Karen, Bob, Jeff, Terry, and Jackie

The China Rose crew (l to r) Karen, Bob, Jeff, Terry, and Jackie

We also had a chance to sail with them a couple more times while we were in town.

Thanks to the government shutdown our other friend, Bob, had plenty of time to go sailing.  So I got a chance to see his newly acquired Saga 43, Phaeton, and go for a sail.  Not a lot of wind, but still a nice day on the water.

Phaeton in her slip

Phaeton in her slip

Birding

We took a few days and went to Cape May, NJ for some bird watching.  This is fall migration and the birds heading south get funneled down the east coast and stop at Cape May to rest before flying across the Delaware Bay.  Here are a few birds we saw.

Black-throated blue warbler

Black-throated blue warbler

Downey woodpecker

Downey woodpecker

Unidentified Raptor

Unidentified Raptor

 

Pair of ducks

Pair of ducks

Warbler

Warbler

Wigeon

Wigeon

Yes, there is such a thing as a yellow-bellied sap sucker

Yes, there is such a thing as a yellow-bellied sap sucker

Shots just for fun

Spider in web

Spider in web

Grasshopper

Grasshopper

Sunsets

Sunset

Sunset

Another sunset

Another sunset

I wanted to add a little more but we are out of time. The next adventure starts today

Stay tuned……

Summer Vacation

September 5, 2013

posted from Flat Rock, MI

It has been a long time since our last post and a lot has happened.  I will try to hit the high points.

Summertime.  It was already past Memorial Day when we left Compass Rose in Antigua and flew to Florida.  It is now after Labor Day and we have not stopped moving.  We traveled from Florida to the DC area via Wilmington  and Oriental, NC, and back to Wilmington, NC.  Then two round trips from Wilmington to Michigan and back with stops in between.  Here’s the story – not necessarily in order.

WHEELS

We decided that in the future we will spend a little more time on land than we have over the last four years, so it finally makes economic sense to buy a car.  We landed in Florida and began car shopping.  This was an interesting experience because neither of us has bought a car in the past ten years or owned one in the last four.  Most models have changed from what we remember.  To add to the fun, I misplaced my license in the Caribbean and would not be able to pick up the replacement until after the first weekend we were there, so Jackie got to do all the early test drives.  We eventually settled on a late model Ford Fusion.

Our slightly used Ford Fusion

Our slightly used Ford Fusion

DICKERSON RENDEZVOUS

We had wheels and we were ready to roll.  We checked our schedule and found we had just enough time to cruise to Oriental, NC, pick up Don and D (Dickerson 41 #1, Southern Cross) drive to the Chesapeake with Don and D for the annual Dickerson Owners Rendezvous.  On the way we stopped to pick up their new half hull model.

Don and D get their new half hull model

Don and D get their new half hull model

The rendezvous was a lot of fun.  We got to see many other Dickerson owners who we only ever see at these gatherings.  We stayed on Bruce Franz’s boat, Hemisphere Dancer, and crewed for him on the race from Cambridge, MD to Oxford, MD.

Bruce peeks around the dodger

Bruce peeks around the dodger

We placed second in class behind overall winners Dave and Siobhan Fahrmeier on Down Home.

Racing got a bit close at times

Racing got a bit close at times

Down Home negotiates some traffic on the way to her victory

Down Home negotiates some traffic on the way to her victory

After the rendezvous we sailed to Galesville on Down Home for a small gathering.  It was a lot of fun to sail into the West River after being gone for so long.

Rafted up in Galesville

Rafted up in Galesville

HEADING SOUTH

We said goodbye to our Dickerson friends, collected Don and D, and headed back to Oriental.  We got there in time for open mike night at The Silos and spent the evening listening to good music and hanging out with people we met when we stayed there in 2011.

Dinner at The Silos

Dinner at The Silos

Peter (right) from Jabaru has kept us entertained from Oriental to Grenada and back

Peter (right) from Jabaru has kept us entertained from Oriental to Grenada and back

ROAD TRIP

Somewhere in here we did a road trip to the DC area, Newbury, Detroit, Mackinac Island, Cambridge, OH, and back to Wilmington – more or less in that order.

DC was to get our annual doctor visits out of the way.  While there we managed to take a little kayaking trip on the Potomac with our friends Mark and Elizabeth and their kids.

In Ohio we stayed at my mom’s house and visited with her, my siblings and their families, and my aunt who was visiting from Florida.  While there we went to a unicycle drill team practice to watch my sister and niece.

Mom and Mimi

Mom and Mimi

Jackie and Aunt Ruth demonstrate their hula hoop skills

Jackie and Aunt Ruth demonstrate their hula hoop skills

My sister Susy and niece Sarah practicing

My sister Suzy and niece Sarah practicing

We worked our way to Michigan to meet niece Nancy, her husband, Corey, and their daughters Sumer and Willow.  We rendezvoused with them at Jackie’s brother’s house.

(l to r back row) Frank, Linda, Cory (l to r) Mike, Jackie, Pat, Sumer, Nancy, Willow

(l to r back row) Frank, Linda, Cory
(l to r) Mike, Jackie, Pat, Sumer, Nancy, Willow

While there Sumer took her first bike ride without training wheels.

Corey spots Sumer as she "solos" without training wheels

Corey spots Sumer as she “solos” without training wheels

We then spent most of a week with Nancy, Cory and kids at Mackinac Island.  No motor vehicles are allowed on the island, so all transportation is by walking, bicycle or horse drawn conveyance.  It was a very fun, relaxed week.

Notice the street sweeper.  All those horses provide street sweepers with job security

All those horses provide street sweepers with job security

Horse drawn carriage tour of Mackinac Island

Horse drawn carriage tour of Mackinac Island

The trip from Michigan back to Wilmington included a stop in Cambridge, OH, to celebrate Jackie’s aunt Mari-an’s 93rd birthday.  We were joined by some of her siblings for the event.

LABOR DAY WEEKEND PART 1

We went to Ohio and Michigan for Labor Day weekend.  The trip actually started with a stop in DC to visit friends Terry and Bob.  While there, their friend Mary stopped by for a couple nights as she breezed through the area.

(l to r) Mary, Terry, Bob, and Jackie

(l to r) Mary, Terry, Bob, and Jackie

We left DC on Wednesday and arrived at my Mom’s house in Newbury (near Cleveland) with a couple days to spare before our nephew’s Friday wedding.  The wedding was held at a park on the Lake Erie shore and the reception was at my mom’s house.  All my siblings, an aunt, cousins, nieces, and nephews and some friends were there.  It was great to see all these people at the same time.

Nephew Michael and his new wife Becky cut their cake

Nephew Michael and his new wife Becky cut their cake

LABOR DAY WEEKEND PART 2

Saturday was a travel day.  We drove to Michigan so we could attend a family picnic at Jackie’s brother John’s house on Sunday.  We spent Saturday night at Jackie’s sister Beth and her husband Mark’s house.  Mark and I tend to do “guy stuff” when we get together. (Mark was half of the crew that helped me sail Compass Rose from North Carolina to the Virgin Islands a couple years ago.)  This weekend was no exception.  Saturday evening started with beer and cigars.  Sunday started at 3 AM when a friend picked us up for the opening of Goose season.

Sunrise over Lake St. Claire

Sunrise over Lake St. Claire

By 6:30 we were at the lake and in position to slaughter those poor geese.

Hunting party (l to r) Matt, Mark, George

Hunting party (l to r) Matt, Mark, George and stealth hunting craft

Mighty Hunter

Mighty Hunter

Don’t let the gun fool you – it was just a prop for the picture.  Given the cost of a hunting license for a non-resident, I did all my shooting with a camera.

Animals are smarter than you might think.  The geese knew they were in season and the few we saw were way out of gun range and almost too far away for my camera.  On the other hand the ducks knew their season hadn’t started yet and landed near our decoys.  We never fired a shot.

By early afternoon we had made it back to Mark’s house, put the hunting gear away, showered, and driven to John’s house to join the rest of the family at the picnic.  Lots of good people and good food.  Swimming off the party barge in the lake.  Just what you would expect on Labor Day weekend.

Friends and relatives hanging out on the back porch

Friends and relatives hanging out on the back porch

You have to make the most of the end of summer, so on Monday we joined Jackie’s childhood friend, Maureen, her husband, and a bunch of friends at their new fixer upper lake house.  It was much like the day before, but with fewer people and a bit cool for swimming.  A nice end to the summer.

OBLIGATORY BIRD

What would a blog entry be without a couple bird pictures?

Goldfinch in DC

Goldfinch in DC

Cedar Waxwings

Cedar Waxwings

OK, so it's not a bird

OK, so it’s not a bird

Ospreys always remind us of the Chesapeake

Ospreys always remind us of the Chesapeake

Antigua Wrap

July 3, 2013

posted from Wilmington, NC

ANTIGUA

We sailed into Falmouth Harbour, Antigua and found it nearly empty.  There were some local charter boats, liveaboards, stored boats, and a few cruisers, but nothing link the huge crowd that was there for the regattas.  We thought we would be all alone, but as we cruised in we spotted Wings (Fred and Ruth), some friends from Grenada who had been in Antigua since before the Classic Regatta.  A day or two later we heard our friends Jack and Bobbi (Moonrise) on the radio.  They were also anchored in Falmouth Harbour.    Although both boats moved on before we did, it was nice to have a little relaxed company.

Hanging out at Shirley Heights.  (L to R) Jackie, Ruth, Bobbi, Jack, Fred

Hanging out at Shirley Heights. (L to R) Jackie, Ruth, Bobbi, Jack, Fred

View of English Harbour from Shirley Heights

View of English Harbour from Shirley Heights

View from Shirley Heights - Falmouth Harbour is the water on the far right

View from Shirley Heights – Falmouth Harbour is the water on the far right

We spent a lot of time getting the boat ready to haul out, but we took time off once in a while.  One day we hiked the middle ground – the area between English Harbour and Falmouth Harbour.  The hills are full of goats and sheep.  Usually we see a few here and there, but that day we encountered them in larger than usual groups.

Sheep doing some people watching

Sheep doing some people watching

We walked down to an area near the shore that we had not explored before.  An large ditch had been cut through and the ground graded.  There were a few birds, but what was more interesting were the shells we found in the graded area.  One was like none we had ever seen before.  Another was more common, but it was essentially cut in half exposing the interior.

One of the cool shells we found

A cool shell we found - our friends Mark and Michelle on Reach tell us this is a murex

What's a shell look like inside?

What’s a shell look like inside?

Cashew we found during a hike

Cashew we found during a hike – the green part is the nut

Life was quiet in Falmouth Harbour.  Once in a while we saw locals doing some fishing.

Local fisherman

Local fisherman

But the really interesting thing that happened was that we got a surprise visitor.  Jackie got up one morning and when she ventured out into the cockpit she found a white pigeon sitting on the aft hatch.  It was quite docile and didn’t seem to mind Jackie walking around nearby or trying to shoo it away.

Our surprise visitor

Our surprise visitor

We finally got the pigeon to take off (he left a mess behind).  We watched as it flew in a large circle passing by many other boats.  It then came to land on one of the mizzen spreaders.  We tried making noise, snapping halyards, and various other things to try to dislodge the pigeon.  Finally it hopped off the spreader – and landed on top of the radar where we could no longer see it.  For all we know it could still be there.

Why did the pigeon pick our boat?  We have no idea.  We had not seen a pigeon like it during our travels until we visited The Saintes the week before.  Coincidence or stowaway – who knows?

ENGLISH HARBOUR

We had traveled over to Slipway Boatyard and Marina in English Harbour and made arrangements with Deon, the manager, to haul Compass Rose, but then spent some time getting ready for the big event.  Finally we motored around to English Harbour and anchored off Galleon Beach.

Jackie works on her aqua aerobics

Jackie works on her aqua aerobics off Galleon Beach

We had heard that boats tended to wander around their anchors, so once we were settled we talked to a neighboring boat.  While we were talking our boats drifted closer and closer together.  We promptly pulled up the anchor and moved to another spot.

English Harbour and Galleon Beach anchorage (right)

English Harbour and Galleon Beach anchorage (right)

The Galleon Beach anchorage is small and when the wind drops, boats tend to wander around in all directions relative to each other.  The entertainment was to watch boats come in and try to find a spot to anchor when all the boats were pointed every which way..  When the wind and/or currents were right our neighbor had a lot of space around them.  Boats would anchor and our neighbor would explain the situation and ask them to move.  They would then move the next biggest spot – right next to us.

The guy in the first boat to do this was fine at first, but as I was going to bed I noticed that our boats had drifted close together.  I gave a couple toots on our horn to get his attention and asked if he was going to do anchor watch.  He said he would and I went to bed.

That boat left the next day, but another came and anchored nearby later.  They weren’t obnoxious and they kept an eye on the boats.  We did drift to within a boat length of each other the next morning.

The cat drifts nearby

The cat drifts nearby

Close friends

Close friends

The other recurring theme was boat rescues.  Not too long after we arrived we noticed a boat coming from the direction of Falmouth Harbour that wasn’t making much progress against the wind and waves.  A boat in the anchorage raised anchor and headed out.  Then a guy got in his dinghy and headed out towards the ocean.  It turned out that the boat at sea had an engine failure and was anchored.  The guy in the dinghy lent them a hand and the other boat towed them in.  Our dinghy was still up, so we just kept an eye on the process.

The next day a boat sailed in from the east, missed the channel, and anchored between the channel marker and the fort.  The fellow who took his dinghy out the previous day again went to the rescue.  I hopped in our dinghy and joined in the fun.  We put the dinghies on either side and pulled the boat in to the fuel dock at the boatyard.  I helped them get lines ashore.  The captain looked familiar – it was Deon, the boatyard manager we talked to about hauling out our boat.

LONG HAUL

After a lot of preparation the day finally came to haul the boat.  We raised anchor and motored over to the fuel dock to top up the tanks.  We checked to make sure they were ready and motored around to the ramp.  Most places use a travel lift to pick up the boat and move it around, but Slipway uses a trailer.  The boat sits on supports on the middle of the trailer and the arms support it so it doesn’t fall over.

To haul your boat, they back the trailer into the water and then direct you to drive the boat in over the trailer.  Once there they raise the arms on the trailer and adjust them to support the boat.

The trailer operator was a guy called “Fire” – we didn’t ask where the name came from.   He guided us in helping us account for the cross wind.  Once over the trailer he raised the arms and “captured” our boat.  Then the process began.  Fire would move the trailer arms to better position Compass Rose and then check how she sat.  This often included him swimming under the boat to check the position of the arms.

Fire checks the position of the boat on the trailer

Fire adjusts the position of the boat on the trailer

When he thought everything was ready he signaled the winch operator to pull the trailer up the ramp.  As the trailer came out of the water Compass Rose would settle in place.   It took a few tries, but finally Fire got us settled.  Then the winch operator pulled the trailer out of the water and they hooked it to a yard tractor.  Finally, they moved our boat into place.  The whole process took a long time, but we were pleased that Fire wouldn’t move forward unless everything was ready.

Compass Rose on the hard ready to be tied down with hurricane straps

Compass Rose on the hard ready to be tied down with hurricane straps

We spent the next day getting Compass Rose buttoned up and the following day we hopped a plane for the USA.

Next: Adapting to life on land.

Guad-e-loop

June 8, 2013

posted from Falmouth Harbour, Antigua

DESHAIS

It was finally time to say goodbye to Antigua and head out on the first leg of our journey to Grenada.  We had done our thing here, the weather forecast was good, so after a short stop in Jolly Harbour for provisioning we headed south.  We had a nice sail south to Deshais, Guadeloupe and found a spot to anchor in amongst the local boats and cruisers.

We looked around and found that we knew quite a few boats in the anchorage.  We usually don’t travel with other boats, but it seems we were all on the same page.  Jackie was quite pleased because she had some ladies to do water aerobics with in the morning.

One day we took a hike up the small river that flows into the bay.  A road runs next to the river for a couple hundred yards and beyond that there is a riverside trail.  A car stopped at the end of the road and a guy got out and started talking on his cell phone.  We kept going and followed the river to where it nearly disappears into a wall of boulders and downed trees.

There are a few small pools along the way and some had some small (six inch) fish swimming around.  Draped on a rock by the last pool was a bright red woman’s top.  It made you wonder about the circumstances under which it got there and what the woman was wearing when she left.

Pool at the end of the creek

Pool at the end of the creek

Fish

The water was clear enough to get good pictures of the fish

Crab walking on a rock

Crab walking on a rock

Getting the evil eye

Getting the evil eye

We finished our exploration and began to work our way back along the river.  We soon heard someone singing.  We got closer and found it was a local Rasta guy taking his morning bath.  We moved away from the river for a little bit to give him some space.  Then we came upon another guy just finishing his ablutions, so we stayed back until he finished dressing.  Evidently this is the local equivalent of the public baths.

THE SAINTES

After a couple days of hanging out and sampling goodies from the pastry shop at the end of the dinghy dock, we again moved on.  The next jump was down the leeward side of Guadeloupe and then part way across the channel to a small group of island known as The Saintes.  We visited them for a couple days the first time we went south.  We had thought about stopping at them in the past and even sailed through the middle of them once, but kept going.

The main island is Terre D’en  Haut.  The anchorage is off the only town, Bourg des Saintes.  Since our last visit, the main anchorage has been converted to a mooring field.  Probably just as well because it is quite deep so it’s a bit hard to anchor.  You have to pay a nominal fee for the mooring each night, but you can arrange to have croissants and baguettes delivered each morning.

View of

The mooring field at Bourg des Saintes

We started at the south end and worked our way north looking for an open mooring.  It turns out there was a race stopping over that night and only one was left mooring left.  It was on the north side of the anchorage next to Receta, who had arrived only a couple hours before us.  We felt lucky to find a spot at all.  The next morning all the racers left for Pointe a Pitre and the anchorage was pretty empty after that.

Our mooring was near two buoys that looked like yellow railroad crossing signs.  They mark the ends of a wreck.  We snorkeled the wreck one afternoon.  It appears to be a small ferry and provides a home for a lot of fish.

Compass Rose moored near "Railroad Signs"

Compass Rose (second from right) moored near “Railroad Signs”

Jackie diving on wreck

Jackie diving on the wreck

The town is your typical French tourist town and has the obligatory fort – Fort Napoleon – on a hill overlooking the bay.  The fort is an easy walk from town.  It is well restored, has nice gardens, and provides wonderful views of the town and bay.

Main building of Fort Napoleon

Main building of Fort Napoleon

 

Jackie with view of fort walls

Jackie with view of fort walls

Moat around the fort

Moat around the fort

LOCAL SIGHTS

Here are a few sights from around the Saintes.

Local house

The old tourist office, I think

Local church

Old church

Street scene

One of the narrow little streets

 

Ants at work

Ants at work

Timber!

Timber!

Fishing in style

Fishing in style

Mountains on tall islands in the Caribbean create clouds.  You can often locate an island by the clouds long before an island can be seen.

Looking north at rain over Guadeloupe

Mountains of Guadeloupe cause clouds to form.  Rain is falling from the clouds to the right

THE LOOP

It is often said that cruisers’ plans are written in the sand below the high water mark.  We were hanging out in the Saintes and got to talking about the sail south to Grenada where we would put the boat away for hurricane season.  We discussed sailing back to the northern part of the Caribbean next season and thought, “why not just leave the boat in Antigua?”   So that’s what we did.

The sail back to Antigua was uneventful.  We had an easy trip up the west side of Guadeloupe to Deshais, where we stayed a couple days.  Then we crossed to Falmouth Harbour, Antigua – closing the loop so to speak.

Next:  End of the Season

“Sailed Off To Antigua…

May 13, 2013

…it took her three days on a boat.”  from Fins by Jimmy Buffett.

(posted from Les Saintes, Guadeloupe)

One of the worst things you can have on a cruising boat is a schedule.  It forces you to sail at times or in ways that you might not want.  We had a friend flying in to Antigua and we had been waiting in Martinique for the weather to settle and the northerly swell to diminish.  Once the weather looked good we had to make tracks so we wouldn’t get held up along the way.

St. Pierre

Well, that’s what we did – from Martinique.  But first we started with a short hop (32 miles) around from the south side of the island to the northwest corner and anchored in St. Pierre for the night.  This is a cute little town with an unprotected anchorage, so we only stop there in settled weather.  Someday we need to spend more than one night.

The anchorage is a narrow shelf parallel to the beach.  We got there early enough in the afternoon to find what we considered to be a good spot.  Six or eight boats came in after we did and we watched them all wander around and try their luck.  One boat anchored and dragged a couple times and finally moved to another part of the anchorage.  Late in the afternoon the wind dropped and got kind of funky and we found ourselves way too close to another boat, so just before dark we moved up a bit and reset the anchor.

Dominica

We got up early the next morning for the 56 mile trip to Portsmouth, Dominica.  We had a good sail up to Dominica and most of the way along the lee side of the island.  We had a fuel system clog just outside of Portsmouth.  Evidently there is still some stuff in the port side tank – the one that has hardly been used since we topped it off in St. Marrten about a year ago.

We anchored in Portsmouth, a harbor at the northwest part of the island and the jumping of place for Guadeloupe.  This is a big anchorage with lots of room and generally good holding.  While we were anchored there Randy and Diane from Sinbad stopped by.  We last saw them in Antigua about a year ago, just before the set out for Bonaire.

Guadeloupe

We thought we might stay in Portsmouth while I sorted out the fuel system, but the glob must have come loose and dropped off the fuel pickup in the tank. We could run on the other tank for a long time, so we decided to head out for Guadeloupe.  It’s about a fifty mile run from Portsmouth to Deshais.  In the past we have split this into two shorter days, but we wanted to make it in one shot to take advantage of the good weather.  Again we had a pretty good sail, but we didn’t quite make Deshais.  We stopped at the the anchorage by Pigeon Island in the Jacques Cousteau Marine Park – about a 42 mile trip.

We anchored at the park once before for an afternoon to do some snorkeling, but didn’t stay overnight.  We got the hook set in about twenty feet of water.  Shortly after we got there the wind went around 180 degrees.  We went for a swim and checked the anchor.  It had turned 90 degrees and was holding.  Then the anchorage got rolly.  One boat put out a stern anchor to keep them into the waves, but we didn’t have room to do that.

Antigua

The trip from Pigeon Island, Guadeloupe, to Falmouth Harbour, Antigua, is 51 miles.  We got an early start and had a spirited sail.  We tried to anchor and finally got the hook to hold.  I dove on the anchor and found that only the tip had dug in, so we raised the hook and moved to a different spot.

Including our trip around Martinique we travelled about 180 miles in four days and averaged a little under 5.7 knots from anchor up to anchor down.

Sailing to Guadeloupe - we spent most of three days like this between islands

Sailing to Guadeloupe – we spent most of three days like this between islands

Playing Tourist

The dash north was over and we could relax.  We got the laundry done and did some shopping to restock the galley just in time for our friend Andrea to arrive for a couple weeks on the boat.  We picked her up in Falmouth Harbour and then explored some anchorages.  We visited Jolly Harbour, Deep Bay, Great Bird Island, and Jumby Bay.

In Jolly Harbour we arranged for an island tour by land.  The island tour was a lot of fun.  Our driver, Rodney, was quite interesting and knowledgeable.  Among the places he took us was a the ruins of an old rum factory.  One of the two windmills used to crush sugar cane was well restored.

Windmill used to crush sugar cane at the rum factory

Windmill used to crush sugar cane at the rum factory

One of the fun spots we visited was the Devil’s Bridge on the northeast corner of the island.  Jackie and I vacationed in Antigua about ten years ago and we could walk to the Devil’s Bridge from the resort.

Devil's Bridge

Devil’s Bridge

The view of the Atlantic Ocean rolling in from the east and Nonsuch Bay to the south was still impressive.  There were more tourists than in the past and there were vendors selling touristy stuff.

Jackie and Andrea take advantage of a shopping opportunity

Jackie and Andrea take advantage of a shopping opportunity

Great Bird Island was another nostalgic stop for us.  We had taken a trip from the resort to the island for a picnic, snorkeling, and hiking.  The things we always remember are the great picture we got of a Tropicbird and looking down from the top of the island at a cruising yacht at anchor.  We picked up one of the few moorings available and visited the island.  It was just as we remembered.

Tropicbird flying over Great Bird Island

Tropicbird flying over Great Bird Island

View of OUR cruising boat from atop Great Bird Island

View of OUR cruising boat from atop Great Bird Island

This is what the chart plotter showed after we picked up the mooring ball - not very confidence inspiring

This is what the chart plotter showed after we picked up the mooring ball – not very confidence inspiring

Hermit crab thinks out of the shell

Hermit crab thinks outside the shell

Bird Island lizard

Bird Island lizard

ANTIGUA CLASSIC REGATTA

Andrea left just before the start of the Classic Regatta.  The regatta features an amazing array of classic yachts that enter the races and is attended by many modern superyachts like The Maltese Falcon.

The Maltese Falcon's masts look like some kind of modern art

The Maltese Falcon’s masts look like some kind of modern art

Last year we watched the regatta from hills on the south coast and from friends’ boats.  This year I asked around a little and got a crew position on Gaucho, a 36 ton, fifty foot, double-ended ketch.  The boat was designed by Manual Campos, one of two pioneers of yacht design in Argentina (the other was German Frers) and built in 1943.  The boat has been the home for the current owners, John and Roni for nearly 30 years.

Gaucho before a race

Gaucho before a race with main reefed and genoa furled.

The four days of racing started off with a bang – actually many bangs.  We saw winds in the high twenties and some fairly lumpy seas.

Gaff rigged classic yacht

Gaff rigged classic yacht

Another classic clawing working to weahter

Another classic working to weather

Classic schooner crashing through the waves

Classic double-ender crashing through the waves

Five of these beautiful classic yachts broke masts – three mizzens (although one boat cleared the wreckage and finished second), a main topmast (they re-rigged the gaff and raced the next day), and a main mast.  Gaucho came through almost unscathed – we only blew up a block.

Blue Peter's mast splintered

Blue Peter’s mast splintered

The weather gradually calmed down as the week progressed, so no more boats had major failures.  Crewing on Gaucho was fun. I even got to steer for about an hour during which I managed to get past Old Bob – something the skipper had been working at all morning.  Steering with the tiller was a challenge because waves could hit the boat hard enough to launch you across the cockpit.

Eric (in red) at Gaucho's tiller chasing Old Bob

Eric (in red) at Gaucho’s tiller chasing Old Bob

Old Bob

Old Bob

Of course people watching the races from very large catamarans have fun, too.

Happy race watchers

Happy race watchers

Antigua Race Week

Antigua Race Week starts less than a week after the Classic Regatta ends.  There is barely enough time to catch your breath.  Like last year I caught a ride on Hotel California Too down to Deshais, Guadeloupe, to join Jaguar for the feeder race to Antigua.  We had a good race back, but Hotel California Too won overall.  The next day we had a practice with the whole crew together for the first time.

Peter gets interviewed just after we arrive from Guadeloupe:

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dLTTslf6guk&list=FLEKCVa0lWpgjvVcUaLNQ-_A&index=11

Racing started the next day.  We started slow at first and then started pushing Scarlet Oyster (a boat thought to have a chance at winning the regatta overall) and Caccia alla Volpe, the eventual winner of our class.  We ended with two firsts, one second, three thirds, and a fourth which got us third in class for the regatta. Not bad considering that in one race we got a third despite having to restart because we were over the line early.  We even managed a sixth in the race we dropped despite having to go back and fetch a crewman who fell off.

Our scores helped bump Scarlet Oyster to second in class for the week.   This was especially gratifying in that Scarlet Oyster failed to give way on a port – starboard situation and we had to crash tack and then they had our protest disallowed on a technicality.

Jaguar leading Scarlet Oyster

Jaguar leading Scarlet Oyster

Spinnaker launch

Spinnaker launch

We get a lot of time in the Day 3 video:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ao9iQzaqmGc&list=FLEKCVa0lWpgjvVcUaLNQ-_A&index=6

You see us at 18 seconds: putting up blue and white spinnaker – pole topping lift shackle fails,

35 seconds: sailing with red (Scarlet Oyster) and dark blue (Wings) boats

1 minute: more sailing with red (Scarlet Oyster) and dark blue (Wings) boats

Winding Down

After a month of catching up with old friends, having a guest on board, and sailing in two regattas, we finally had a chance to breathe.  We found a couple nice pond/marsh areas with lots of different birds and other interesting critters.  At one point we stumble into a nesting area.  The nests are on the ground so we had to carefully leave as to not step on any eggs.  Here are pictures from our various hikes in Antigua.

New born baby goat greets us

New born baby goat greets us

Where's the kid?

Where’s the kid?

Local guy fishing with a cast net

Local guy fishing with a cast net

Hummingbird

Hummingbird

Another lizard

Another lizard

Roosting frigate bird watches another bird fly by

Roosting frigate bird watches another bird fly by

Brown Pelican

Brown Pelican

Yellow Crowned Night Heron

Yellow Crowned Night Heron

Least Tern with fish dinner

Least Tern with fish dinner

Black Neck Stilt

Black Neck Stilt

Snowy Egret

Snowy Egret

Yellow Warbler

Yellow Warbler

Next: Gone to Guadeloupe


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