Jan. 22: Marigot Bay
We started off early with the main reefed, the wind was howling and some of the gusts were in excess of 30 knots. The boat is solid enough that these conditions aren’t uncomfortable, but occasionally a wave will splash over the side, soaking everyone in the cockpit. I decided I wanted to stay dry so I popped down into the cockpit and took a snooze on the leeward settee. As we approached the Pitons a few dolphins decided to give us a show, jumping right out of the water as they played in our bow wave. We had lunch underway, Mediterranean wraps with pesto, I added some marinated eggplant to mine for an extra kick. We arrived in Marigot Bay in good time, usually we tie up to Chateau Mygo, but I had promised to make my signature spaghetti and meatballs (homemade by the way with some Mineo and Sappio Italian sausage from Buffalo on the side, so we took a mooring opposite the Moorings base. When the fruit vendor pulled alongside to see if we needed anything I suggested some bananas so we could have another banana bread since everyone enjoyed it so much. We went ashore for “real showers” at the charter base and some internet at Chateau Mygo. Dan figured out how to sign up for the Digicel international calling plan by texting from my phone so I bought the package; you can’t beat it 120 minutes of calls to the US or Europe for 20 EC ($8 US). I phoned Kim, who is freezing in temps near zero back home and reminded her that soon she will be warming her bones on the beach in Grenada, I also cleared it with her to fly back from St. Lucia by herself so I could go to St. Maarten for the Heineken Regatta at the end of next month. She has gotten pretty adventurous lately, when we first met she wouldn’t even drive into Buffalo alone. I worked on the dinner with the help of Arvil, who also made the banana bread using my recipe; it came out just as good as the last one. We enjoyed our meal in the cockpit under the stars and then had banana bread and vanilla ice cream with the last of the rum sauce spooned over the ice cream. Afterwards it was rum punches all around and some of the fine Grenadain rum, Westerhall Plantation Rum, Kieth had picked up on Petite Martinique. This will be our last night on the boat, I was concerned that 10 days wasn’t enough to see the Grenadines, since the holiday trip is 14, but we managed to stop at some nice places and it was another great trip.