Thursday, 9 September 2010

WORK, WORK, WORK!


We've finally finished stripping the coach roof and have got a few layers of paint on. The weather is not cooperating...a torrential downpour stopped work yesterday and it has been raining continuously today. Open bolt holes cause us to have plastic trays under the ceiling in the saloon to catch water coming through!

We've also started work on the decks and, just to make life more difficult, had to take off a pulley which had not been installed properly. This entailed dismantling part of a bedroom cupboard (my clothes are now sitting out) and emptying part of the saloon storage. The disruption expands daily! Nic had just removed a couple of bolts before the deluge began yesterday and within seconds we had water pouring in from the river running along the scuppers.

The generator parts arrived and Nic installed them but we still have the same problem so investigations are ongoing with no solution in sight. We've been here a month now and haven't yet even started a single job that we came here to do. Very frustrating!

Friday, 27 August 2010

Trials and Tribulations


Our maintenance programme seems to be expanding. We began to prepare the coach roof for painting. Just a few tiny cracks and rust spots to grind and prime before putting on a couple of coats of paint. Then one of the hairline cracks suddenly opened up and the paint started coming off like wallpaper. That was last Friday and since then we've had to strip the whole area which involved taking off lots of deck equipment, which meant taking down some of the ceiling in the saloon so that it could be unbolted. And, and, and...

Fortunately we paid for an extra hand on the first day but our helper was not prepared to put in a second day! Unfortunately we had just finished the stripping and treated the whole area with rust converter when we had a torrential rain shower. As a consequence all the chemicals on the roof were being slowly washed off onto the windows so we were out trying to mop them off endlessly. The rain continued through the night and at 4am I went into the saloon to find water dripping from the ceiling, it was making its way through the bolt holes. the next day was the wettest we've had since arriving in Grenada and ensured the bare metal rusted nicely!
The big blow came yesterday. The messy wire-brushing, angle-grinding etc was over and I was putting a complete coat of paint over the whole coach roof. Finally we were seeing light at the end of the tunnel. Nic had a niggling concern about the paint we are using and telephoned the paint manufacturers in the USA. We've applied the wrong primer for the area and all of it has to come off again. (It wasn't a light it was a train!) Some of the earliest sections we've done have 3 coats of fresh (costly) paint and it's going to be incredibly difficult to get it back to metal again. It will be several gruelling Groundhog days before we reach the same point again.
On top of that hurricane season is starting to become more active. Hurricane Danielle is out in the Atlantic, thankfully predicted to miss us, and Tropical Storm Earl behind it is expected to become a hurricane this afternoon. Another more worrying tropical depression is still near the Cape Verdes with an 80% chance of developing into something. Generally our local weather has remained settled but hot and very humid. A boat in our cove was hit by lightning the other night, Nic actually saw it and we were deafened by the crack. It fried their electronics but thankfully no one was hurt. The forces of nature are a powerful thing.
To keep us on our toes we've also been fighting the local wildlife. Apart from flies and mosquitoes finding their way to the boat we've had a stream of hornets visiting and discovered they had built nests in the curtains. The last two nights we've had squid committing seppuku on the deck, not before spraying everything with black ink. How do they leap so high and why?!
Lack of wind and sun is challenging our power supply. With the main generator broken and no parts arriving until the beginning of next week, we're having to run the very noisy portable generator for hours every day, our poor neighbours! Oh yes and I forgot to mention the dinghy is leaking again so will need another long glue session very soon.
Oh joy!

Wednesday, 11 August 2010

Carnival fun

We're still recovering from carnival celebrations here in Grenada! After and excellent party on Sunday night we headed into the capital of St George's for J'Ouvert (pronounced "jouvay")which started to get going about 3am and peaked as dawn rose over the picturesque harbour. Everyone wears home-made costumes (or old clothes) and smears themselves and each other in paint, oil and chocolate. For such a Bacchanalian event, the atmosphere was very friendly and unthreatening. We were incredibly impressed with how well-behaved the crowds were throughout the carnival festivities despite reasonably cheap drinks available everywhere. The police were around but certainly not high profile as one would see in Europe.Amidst the socialising we've been working away on Irony trying to get through our long list of maintenance jobs. Additionally our generator has chosen to break down, yet again, so we're sourcing parts.

Wednesday, 4 August 2010

Gorgeous Grenadines

Light winds forced us to motor part of the way to Bequia. We anchored at Princess Margaret Beach to do our check in, stayed for a couple of nights and then headed down to Mayreau. Salt Whistle Bay sounded appealing but when we reached there it was full of boats and we carried on to Saline Bay. The next morning we had an interesting walk around the entire island. We didn't find the locals very friendly; not unfriendly, they simply didn't acknowledge our presence at all, an unusual experience in the islands here!
Tobago Cays beckoned and we anchored once again off Horseshoe Reef. We were there for 4 nights and joined by Morning Star. The captain, Juergen, gave Nic his first kite surf lesson. Conditions were very windy and rolly so although we had some great snorkels with the turtles and saw a shark (very close-up), visibility was less clear than our last visit and the currents stronger.
Next stop was Union Island where Nic had further kite surf instruction off the reef bordering Clifton harbour. He's really enjoying it and hoping to do some more down in Grenada with Juergen's excellent tuition.
Tropical storms developing out in the Atlantic forced us to check out earlier than intended and attempt to sail down to Trinidad. Our aim was to fill up with cheap fuel before heading up to Grenada. The promised winds didn't materialise and after struggling for the day we gave in to Aeolus and diverted to Grenada. We arrived into Clarkes Court Bay and anchored off Hog Island just before midnight. We were lucky to have our previous GPS track to follow in through the reefs. We are now here for at least a month doing some much needed maintenance on Irony. And it's Carnival next weekend...

Friday, 23 July 2010

Leaving St Lucia

It's hard to believe we have been in St Lucia for a week already. We had a great night in Gros Islet for the Friday night Jump Up, visiting our favourite rum shack there. Although it was Carnival we gave it a miss this year, the thought of listening to hours of soca music wasn't to appealing! Most of the time has been spent on chores and repairs including renewing one of our roller furling mechanisms (which turned into a 4 day job as these things can on a boat). We plan to check out today and sail overnight down to Bequia.

Tuesday, 13 July 2010

Back in Martinique

Our sail down to Martinique was far better than anticipated – hard on the wind but no tacking. We anchored overnight in Ste Pierre at the north of the island and made our way down the coast the next morning to Marin. We are here to stock up on wine, beer, cheese, pate etc and to renew one of our French-made roller furling systems which failed as we left St Martin.

We decided that this was the last chance to replace our fridge freezer. We have a European domestic appliance, now 7 years old, and if we keep to our current plans, this is the last island we will be able to purchase a 220 volt replacement. When our existing fridge breaks down we will be faced with an expensive and time-consuming re-build of the kitchen to install a boat fridge or an equally expensive import.

After a reconnoitre in Lamentin via bus and hitchhiking we found a suitable candidate for under 300 euros but the delivery was going to be 45 euros. We returned to Marin and rented a car (43 euros for a 5 door hatchback) so that we could collect the fridge freezer and also deliver our still-working old appliance to a new owner (the parents of our helpful and friendly car rental woman, Gladys). It all went very smoothly except for crunching into a lot of road closures due to the Tour de Martinique cycle races taking place this week. We definitely attracted some attention transporting fridge freezers back and forth to shore with our dinghy!

Now replete with booze and goodies, repairs done and new fridge freezer installed, we are on our way down to Rodney Bay, St Lucia in the next couple of days.

Sunday, 11 July 2010

Decidedly Different Dominica

Dominica (pronounced Domineeka) has a very different character to other islands we have visited in the Eastern Caribbean. Covered in dark green rainforest, it has 9 potentially active volcanoes (one of the most highly concentrated areas on earth), tall mountain peaks rising to 4,700 feet, a reputed 365 rivers and over 30 waterfalls and gorges. One’s own transport is essential to explore its many attractions but the roads are terrible, pot-holed and often unpaved, so a 4x4 is definitely recommended. We used Island Car Rentals (Darren in the Portsmouth office was incredibly helpful).

We were delighted to find we could do a simultaneous check in/out with customs for a maximum 2 week stay. They also welcome the use of online ESea-Clear. Unfortunately, the ease of this was negated by the fact that a cruising permit is required to visit other anchorages and this can not be obtained at check in, only the day of moving! There is no charge for this, it’s just paperwork. When will officials get in touch with reality?

On arriving in ramshackle Portsmouth (a more protected anchorage than Roseau in the south), boats are greeted by numerous boat boys offering Indian River trips and other services. We were taken under the wing of “Lawrence of Arabia” who was honest and not overly pushy. He rowed us a mile up the river – picturesque with a canopy of overhanging trees, crabs scuttling amongst the tangled roots and herons on the mudflats – to a jungle bar. For us the experience paled in comparison to the Gambia; the island’s interior is far more rewarding, however it does provide local employment and all the licensed guides provide interesting information on wildlife, flora and fauna.

We walked to Cabrits National Park after torrential rains, along roads bordered by spontaneous water and rock falls. After exploring the partially restored, late 18th century Fort Shirley we enjoyed along a pretty hillside trail running with water like a stream. By car we explored north of this area, driving through the centre of a volcano with a stop at Cold Soufriere , bubbling pools of cold sulphurous waters. On the east coast we stopped to visit Chaudiere Pool, a beautiful and var

ied walk through both rainforest and farmland with a welcoming swim at the end in cool, clear waters. It was on this walk we saw the colourful native parrots flying across the valley. Along the way we gorged ourselves on fresh mangoes which carpeted the roadside and tracks.

The scenic east coast drive, devoid of many other vehicles, winds through charming villages, abundant with flowers and tropical plants, and into the Carib Territory, 3700 acre home to the only remaining tribe of native Indians in the Caribbean. We took the Horseback Ridge trail and, stopping to admire the spectacular views on each side, had the privilege of meeting Charles Williams, an ex Carib chief who has travelled all over the world campaigning for these indigenous people. It was an unexpected and interesting interlude in our day. Another stop and a short but steep walk took us to the Escalier Tete Chien, a lava formation that resembles steps coming out of the sea, awash with Atlantic rollers.

Dominica has a plethora of magnificent sites and we were very lucky to have most of them to ourselves since our visit was during hurricane season. We swam in the Emerald Pool, at the bottom of a 40 ft waterfall. Even more striking was the twin 200ft Trafalgar Falls, where a cool amongst enormous boulders is followed by a bath in hot sulphur pools which look like they have been landscaped they are so beautiful. Another memorable site was Titou Gorge, a long cleft of steep lava rock through which one can swim to a series of cascades.

The hikes on the island are extensive and some are quite arduous but very rewarding through verdant rainforest of tall hardwood trees engulfed in vines and creepers. Iguanas, lizards, snakes (non-venomous), birds and a variety of land crabs populate these areas. I was also lucky to catch what looked like a wild pig racing through the undergrowth on the Syndicate Falls Nature Trail, possibly a manicou (type of opossum). The rainy climate can make some of the steep trails and rock climbs hazardous and the gorges and riverbeds are subject to flash floods. A 2/3 hour round trip accesses 275 ft Middleham Falls, another breathtaking spot with the promise of a swim under cascading water.

Nic employed a guide (Graeme 276 2122) to visit the Valley of Desolation and Boiling Lake, the Caribbean’s ultimate hike to a 270ft wide bubbling cauldron through a moonscape of white-hot sulphuric rocks. Regretfully I didn’t join him after a hiking guide described lots of steep, slippery climbing – my fear of heights getting the better of me – but this was not the reality Nic experienced. The highlight of his day was a hot bath with a natural jacuzzi from the warm waterfall, he made his guide wait half an hour over this indulgence! On the way home Nic gave a lift to Stanley, an ex-guide scarred with burns from falling into the Boiling Lake. We met him again the next day as we drove though the mountains and he sold us some vegetables. Our delicious fresh salad that night was spoiled by the hot chillis I chopped into it on Stanley’s promise they were mild seasoning peppers!

As a general rule, we didn’t find the Dominican people overtly friendly or welcoming but with some effort on our part they warmed up. Of the many locals we gave lifts to around the island only one woman offered a thank you. They are, for the most part, very impoverished and the island is the most noticeably poor of any we have visited with minimal signs of development or investment. There is little sense of national pride although one local we met boasted that Dominica recently ranked in the top 10 most beautiful natural sites in the world, the only listing for the Caribbean. Sad then, that for a country of such astonishing beauty, far more rubbish is evident than most other islands - the modern scourge of plastic. Sailing south we saw many illegal dumps visible along the coastline.

Fruits and vegetables are plentiful, spring water readily available and Dominica grows its own coffee. Eating out can be expensive for very basic local fare. We recommend the Tomato restaurant outside Portsmouth, run by a Canadian couple (wish we could recommend a local-run establishment), the food is superb.

The few negatives aside, Dominica is a fabulous island and a “must” stop on any Caribbean tour. We are only sad that we haven’t visited before but those hot sulphur pools are definitely calling us back sometime soon.