Dave and I walked from the cottage near Port Louis to Fort George on the other side of St George’s. Most of the walk wasn’t hard until the end. No fort is ever built at sea level, after all. They are always on a hill and it is usually a steep climb to get there. Makes sense strategically for their original purpose, but as a tourist attraction it kind of sucks – especially in Grenada weather. It is 89 degrees Fahrenheit and 98 percent humidity, feels like 105F. Shew! I brought my Contigo mug full of iced tea, but it was not enough to get me there even drinking sparingly. Frankly, it is HOT and we are sweatin’! If we had come straight from India, the shock would not have been so great, though it is hotter and more humid here. But we came from Maryland where we spent 2 1/2 weeks drying out and cooling off.
From the cottage we walked past Port Louis and around the waterfront of St George’s. Here, we came across the Christ of The Deep Monument. The engine room exploded on the Italian Cruise liner, Bianca ‘C’, as it was getting ready to raise anchor. The ship, with 400 passengers and around 300 crew aboard, caught fire and eventually sank in the St. George’s harbour in 1961. The statue entitled Christ of the Deep stands prominently on the harbour commemorating the courage of the Grenadian people who saved the lives of the passengers and crew. The original Christ of the Deep statue, which was said to have been sunk in the Bay of Naples, is a symbol of God’s care for all who sail the high seas.
St George’s was nice and flat but, as we neared the fort, we reached those dreaded hills. I might be slow, but I notice Dave was ducking into the shade to wait for me to catch up. Pictures never seem to capture the steepness of a road or trail, but trust me it was steep and I was about out of iced tea.
Maybe this will help demonstrate. After climbing 2/3 of the way up (though not knowing that at the time), this is still what I saw. But you can’t even go straight up, you have to go up and wander all the way around the fort to get to the entrance. Ugh! But I did make it and they wisely sold cold bottles of water at the entrance.
Of course, no fort is complete without canons and no trip complete without taking pictures of them. These were all pointed out to sea. Not all are. In Marigot, Saint Marten, they pointed all around the fort, even towards land. Just for show after-the-fact or was that strategic?
In any case, if only this sailboat knew that I had them in my line of sight!
Once you past the hot sweaty hike and down a bottle of water or two, the view is really worth the effort. And St George’s is very picturesque.
Just lovely! And those puffy white clouds? Remember those, because they are what make the Grenada sunsets so beautiful and dramatic looking!
St George’s is shaped like a U and walking around the bay was nice, but you can see how far down the steep roads started.
Here is an even better view of St George’s. As you can see, Grenada is anything but flat. It is what makes the hashes so fun… At least that’s what I’m told. I’ll tell you about the hashes we’ve done so far and let you decide.
We drove ourselves to our first hash back and almost missed it. Google maps led us astray and we had to go all the way back to where we started – and the hash was a long ways away. So we missed the prehash festivities and everyone started the trail and we signed in. Now, please don’t think I am criticizing, the Hash House Harriers do an excellent job of organizing these events. But everyone starts at the same time in a mad rush, runners and walkers alike. So the beginning is chaotic. Then, invariably, there is some narrow trail or steep hill the backs up the hashers towards the beginning and it takes a long time to get through the bottle neck. It is just the nature of the beast, mind you.
Eventually it starts thinning out as the fast people pass the slow people, but it still backs up on the steep parts.
There are usually two trails, sometimes more, that separate the men from the mice. I’m a mouse, I admit it, and I follow the walker’s trail designated by a “W” made out of biodegradable paper bits. The runner’s trail, appropriately, is marked with a “R”. The rest of the trail is marked with paper bit piles. Since walkers go at a slower speed, that trail is usually shorter.
We always see some interesting things along the way and explore new areas on the island. But there’s a cost…
Pure, unadulterated sweat! And mud!
By the time we finish we are a hot, sweaty, muddy, stinky mess! But I guess, the beer reward at the end makes it all worthwhile. (Except we are trying not to drink too much beer as we try to shed some of the pounds we put on in India and Maryland, so we brought a cooler with Coke Zero and rum.) Anyway, our condition earned us a place in the muddy butt club. This picture and the “W” above were lifted from Alex and David’s blog Sailing Banyan. Alex writes a great blog that (my) Dave had been following long before we started sailing and was one of the sources that inspired him. In this blog post, she does a great job of explaining the hash experience.
So enough sweatin’, let’s get on to the bettin’! Each week there is a Texas Hold ‘Em Poker Tournament at Secret Harbour Marina. It started while Dave and I were in Maryland but we were sure to join once we got back. Dave is a big fan and used to play a lot on Poker Stars. We played together once in Vegas and I was the only woman at the table. I was harassed mercilessly by the guys and it scared me off the game since. However, this is a great group of people and after an hour or so my nerves settled down. Everyone patiently helped me relearn the game, but I still don’t really get betting. I do it wrong for the most part. At the top of the page, Dirk is explaining how things work at the final table where things are getting serious! Dave hung in there and placed second, winning a cash payout. I placed about 7th out of 11 people, but that was fine with me. I do look forward to playing again next week. Coming up… more hashing, poker, bingo, and finally splashing the boat!