Slow Flight and Blue Moon made it in. We last saw them in St Kitts, but we didn’t stay there and we left before we could visit with them. We’ll be in Dominica for a while, so we should have a chance to meet up here. Local dude came back to the boat this morning and Dave gave him old shorts and a running-type shirt. He accepts them and paddles happily away. We are meeting Wildcat to see if we can score some tickets to the JazzFest this weekend. When we get to the dinghy dock, there isn’t space for us, so the security guard tells us to tie up to one of the local boats and climb across it to the dock. What? Really? Really! Alrighty then. ~ After asking around town, the consensus was that we just by them at the door. Meanwhile the fresh market is happening, so it’s shopping time. While walking around looking for sweet bananas (versus sweet plantains, green plantains, or cooking bananas), we ran into Steve from Slow Flight. We still owe him a drink for rescuing our errant dinghy in St Maarten! The guys chatted while I fail to find sweet bananas – there aren’t any on the whole island! Then we make plans to meet up at the PAYS (Portsmouth Association of Yacht Services) BBQ. Walking back to the dinghy, we ran into Local Dude again, still asking if he can get some clothes. Dave has an “Oh shit!” moment when he realizes he gave the clothes to the wrong local dude. I have to wonder what he thought when he approached our boat and Dave greeted him with some used clothes. He just went with the flow and didn’t question it. Too funny. Dave didn’t tell this guy what happened, just said, “Later. Later.” OOPS!
I think PAYS was a really great move for Dominica and the other islands could stand to learn from them. The revenue cruisers bring in must help the local economy, so more should be done to make the cruisers feel secure and welcome. PAYS has it right and tonight they are hosting their weekly BBQ at their Event House, a permanent structure constructed for events and business.
When we arrived that evening, dinner still had a while to go, so we all drank beer and/or rum punch and swapped cruising stories. I think the most fun part of cruising is just BS’ing with friends. It’s amazing how we can talk away whole evenings night after night. It never gets old and only gets better as you get to know each other better. And we were finally able to treat Steve for our debt of gratitude.
The dinner choice was fish or chicken and I was the only one at our table that chose chicken. (Later I would find out this was not such a good choice. I think I got a piece that they forgot to turn and was sick through most of the next day.) Everything tasted good, though, and I think I was the only one that had a problem. I wouldn’t let that stop someone from going. A good time was had by all, especially the youngsters of the group, Blue Moon. I’ll just say we haven’t partied like that for some years now. Just look at Brita’s happy face below!
Here are some fun pictures from the night: