Last Days in the Eastern Caribbean, Part Four
Alas, the time came to leave Grenada. Slow Flight and Livin’ Life were ready to go and needed their shake down cruise. Our first stop would still be in the country of Grenada: Carriacou. We’d been watching the weather forecasts closely and it looked like we would have smooth sailing all the way. So smooth, in fact, we decided to turn left out of Mt Hartman instead of right. This meant heading east to the windward side of the island, normally a brutal trip that no one in their right mind would take by choice.
As we left the bay, a much larger sailboat passed by. Dave and I have trouble sometimes with just two sails. Can you imagine manning all those? They must have a full crew. Anyway, they were heading east, too, so maybe our plan wasn’t nuts after all.
We wove our way through the reefs into open water and raised our sails. The wind was coming from the southeast, so we could motor sail. The water was really calm for where we were and I was able to enjoy the sights on the south end of Grenada.
Slow Flight was looking good out there. Steve worries about slowing us down, so if we plan to set sail at 8:00, he’s off by 7:30. I call us the Island Packet of catamarans. We are not a performance cat, but we are very comfortable and stable under way. We are not going to set any speed records and unless we really try hard or have perfect conditions, we are a good match for Steve. We typically leave our mainsail reefed, so that we don’t have to worry about reefing underway, since one of us has to go to the mast to accomplish it. If you need to reef while sailing, conditions are not good for going to the mast. We want to stay in the cockpit!
We never tried fishing off the south end of Grenada before. Usually the easting is so uncomfortable that fishing is the last thing on our minds. But the seas weren’t bad and the fishing was great. We followed the edge of the blue (shallow) area on the chart plotter and caught one fish after another: three yellowtail snapper and one bar jack. All were supposed to be excellent eating. (In Carriacou, we gave Johan on Vidimus the bar jack and Slow Flight two snapper, since he had three people aboard with Marie and Gwen. The snapper were delicious. Hope Johan cooked up the bar jack.)
I remembered seeing this arch when we did a hash down this way. Hashes were great. They enabled us to see parts of the island we would never otherwise see. We are really going to miss the hashes. We WILL be watching for hash houses in all our future travels.
Our timing in going to Carriacou perfectly coincided with the Carriacou hash. Yes! Once a year, the Grenada Hash House Harriers (HHH) go to Carriacou and make a weekend of it. This was Friday night and the festivities began with a pub crawl. First rum shop stop was the Jurupa Regatta Bar. Hey, we were there before when we came for the Carriacou Regatta! People started to show up that we recognized like Peter and Sally on Milly, Mark and Jenny on Cavu, and Jamie and Jericho on Liberty Blue.
We all felt we needed to eat before hitting too many pubs, so we asked where we could find food. We were directed to this fried chicken shop. They were turning a good business. It was like the local version of KFC, except there were no seats.
It was strictly a takeout business. So we took it outside and sat along the roadside. We’re cruisers; we improvise.
Tummies all satisfied, we caught back up with the HHH group. Unfortunately, now THEY were all ready to eat, too, and the next stop was a waters shop. This place sells lambi (conch) water, fish water, and whatever else water. In this case, water means soup. The food places do not sell alcohol and our group was dry. So we asked where the next rum shop was and moved ahead. On on!
We recognized this bar, too. We were here two years ago when we participated in the lionfish derby. This is where they set up the BBQ and served the lionfish to all the participants. It was delicious! Funny, they had a television on. Cruisers do not get the opportunity to watch much television, so a few deprived people took in a 10-15 minute TV fill before the others showed up. We finished the pub crawl back where we started and didn’t stay out too late. The next day was the hash, after all.
I think this was the toughest hash I ever did. It was straight up a mountain and then up and down and up and down. I thought the last hill would finally get me. But Marie was my patient hash partner and allowed me time to breathe. Unfortunately, Dave had my iPhone in his pack and I couldn’t take any pictures of the breath-taking views. I did get it from him when Marie and I arrived at the rum shop. Thank goodness I carried water! But now I could have a cold beer. When the ceremonies started, they called up Steve. It was his last hash after being very active in the group for the past year. Here he is putting on the wizard sleeve.
Of course, I HAD to get this on video. You’re welcome, Steve.
The Carriacou hash master was never made official, I guess. We witnessed a whole ceremony of empowerment where he was awarded his cocoa (?) sack robe and staff (or bamboo). It was rather like being knighted, except…
He got a beer shower, too. It’s messy business being important.
Then something weird happened. I’m not sure why she was being hazed, but I heard her request that someone treat her gently and massage it through her hair. What?!! It was weird, almost fetish-like. River Stone Annie, the Grenada hash master, called a couple guys to help, including Tarzan. Oh wait, is THAT Tarzan. Oops! She needs Jane for this job. Jane thought she needed a down-down (hazing) for her mistake. Tell me, isn’t the hair thing a little weird? The hash festivities continued the next day on Petite Martinique, but we had to move on. Next stop: Bequia.