Sunday, July 10, 2011

Settled back in.



We seemed to have settled back into life in Grenada. Prickly Bay is as good a home as any. Except for this last week the weather has been awful. Tropical wave after tropical wave. Torrential rain after torrential rain, for a while I though it would never stop. The wind has howled and squalls have come blasting across the anchorage. Large seas have been creeping around the corner of the bay and the boat has been rolling like mad. As you look out at the anchorage all the masts are swinging wildly like upside down pendulums. Today is more settled and our weather man has promised nice weather for the next week.

We are in between modes at the moment. We normally spend hurricane season fixing, repairing and maintaining the boat. But as I am due to visit the UK in a couple of days we have not got stuck into any new projects yet. Instead hours are spent on the internet pouring over things to order now that we have an address to use and a means to get the items, water containers, electrical items, gadgets and gizmos and maybe the odd item of clothing! All at prices far cheaper then the Caribbean.

We have reacquainted ourselves with happy hours at the various bars. Last Tuesday night we were down De Big Fish. They were giving out bowls of the local Grenadian dish “oil down” which can be a variety of root vegetables, chicken and the obligatory Callalou, which is very like spinach and coconut milk. The whole lot is cooked in one giant pot and is delicious. Later fire eaters entertained the crowd but sadly the promised limbo dancers never turned up!

It’s so beautiful around here, every day Grenada grows on me more and more. All the colourful tropical flowers are in bloom. I wish I could bring some back to the boat but the kitty likes to eat them. Some mornings I walk with Jackie and her children Fin and Oz from Xicale. They are anchored in a different bay so we meet halfway. The boys fight dragons lurking in the roadside foliage while Jackie and I chatter. There is a lot of foreign money spent in this area, Jackie and I walk past huge homes with manicured lawns. Giant ugly houses that don’t fit into the tropical setting are all locked up waiting for their owners to return. Trees dense with fruit lay just out of arms reach. Mangos, oranges, Star fruit, limes, papayas, passion fruit, golden apples and avocados, the list is endless, these are just the ones we know – who eats all these fruits when the houses are empty? But for every handful of well groomed areas there are places that are over-grown and wild. We marvel at how lucky we are to be here and despite the opulence and money, it lacks nothing in charm. We walk to windswept dark sand beaches where we have the whole place to ourselves. We walk to the end of the peninsula and watch the sea pounding the rocks below. We walk on derelict land and the boys climb trees. We walk past the big houses with the guard dogs that bark ferociously. By the end of the walk I am red and sweaty and ready for a rest. Its gone 10am and the sun is high in the sky and blaring down. On some days Sim graces me with his company. We take a different route but still walk down to a beach and out to peninsula just on a different stretch of land. This is normally managed with a promise of a fry up brunch at the end. Nothing beats compromise in this world.

Sim is happy where we are anchored while I visit the UK. Anchored next to us is Polish Henrik from Lala who is also on his own for a while. Prickly bay is a nice large bay and despite the awful roll that we have had ALL week things seem more settled. This time next week I will be back England. I am very excited about seeing my family and friends and very sad to leave Sim on his own for so long.

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