It’s been a while since I wrote a blog.My lack of time and electricity are the reasons for this, but Irie’s engine is running at the moment and we put a temporary halt to being busy bees at our destination for the season.The longer in between blogs, the more that happened and that I should write about, but I’ll try to keep this one on the shorter side.
After leaving Dominica, we stopped in Martinique for about a week, mainly waiting for good weather to cross to St. Lucia.The French island Martinique only deserves one paragraph; we didn’t like it very much.Its capital Fort-de-France has a few interesting looking buildings and a fort, the grocery shopping is all right and across the big bay there are a few fair, if busy, beaches, but the locals are not friendly, mooring balls abound, the French boaters don’t or refuse to speak English (that happens in most harbors), the kids have attitude and everybody was scared of Darwin.Non, notre chien n’est pas un loup!We will give Marin and St. Pierre a chance on the way back north...
St. Lucia came as a pleasant surprise for two reasons.Darwin was allowed to enter the country with his paperwork and current vaccinations, after a government vet inspected him and produced an import permit.The second reason was the appearance of the island itself.Since, we never really expected to visit, we didn’t really think much about it.So, when we anchored in RodneyBay as our first stop, we were amazed at the friendliness of the locals.Despite it being a resort area, walking Darwin on the nice, long beach was a pleasure, because of the beautiful stretch of sand, the relaxed atmosphere and the smiling faces around us.It was a pity we only stayed two nights, but … we were on a mission to go south.August had approached and together with September, these are the worst months of the hurricane season.
MarigotBay is described as one of the most beautiful anchorages in the Caribbean.The surroundings are, indeed, very pretty, with a beachy peninsula full of palms.Anchoring is pretty limited however, between the deep water and the amount of mooring balls everywhere.The recently built marina is buying all the surrounding land and kicking out the locals, making for a grim environment.The only afternoon we were there, we cooled off in the clear water and hung out with a few young St. Lucians, sharing stories and future plans in the shade of the palm trees.
The Pitons are THE landmark of the island and the most photographed one.Together with the seas around Soufrière and north, it is part of a Marine Management Area.After paying the fees, boaters are allowed to visit and use the mooring balls.Contrary to our other shore visits, Soufrière didn’t give us a very positive impression.The locals were very pushy and the town dirty.The surrounding views, however, were very photogenic and impressive.Next time, we hope to spend a bit more time around the Pitons.
For a few weeks we’d been trying to contact the agriculture department of St. Vincent and the Grenadines, the next set of islands and the most popular ones.The Grenadines are the highlight of many a cruiser and we really hoped we could visit them, but that all depended on obtaining a permit for Darwin.The rules are very strict and a bit ridiculous, but we wrote a long letter explaining why Darwin and his optimal health would not be a threat to the country.Since we didn’t hear anything back by the time we were ready to depart St. Lucia, we had to skip the “Caribbean from the pictures”.No picturesque Bequia, no amazing beaches lined with palm trees and no wonderful snorkeling on the coral atolls (yet?).
Then, on the 5th of August, we arrived in Carriacou, the northernmost island of Grenada.When we checked our emails, we found out that Darwin’s permit for St. Vincent and the Grenadines, coming from St. Lucia (another rabies free country) was getting processed and that just a bit more information was needed!Talking about bad timing…Having reached the shores of our final destination, our fast pace and constant moving would come to an end.Right?
Irie is a Fountaine Pajot Tobago, a 35 foot catamaran with a beam of about 19 feet. She was born in France in 1998, and spent her childhood in the Caribbean, before arriving in Maryland, USA.
Irie used to be called Big Trouble, when she belonged to her previous owner. This guy neglected her and she sat idle for almost five years. She also didn't like her name, which we experienced the minute she became ours. From the moment we cut her old name in half, by removing the first part, she behaved a little bit nicer, but it wasn't until the "Trouble" left the transom that our problems started to disappear.
When she received her new name, she became a happy girl again, feeling healthy and almost as good as new. She got a lot of new, improved and fixed body parts, and is ready to perform as our house, transportation device and toy!
Oh yeah, "Irie" means "(It's) all good/all right" in Jamaican (Creole). "Irie, man!" We hope our lives will be Irie, and yours too.
It's Mark
Mark is in his mid thirties and was born in Connecticut, but grew up in upstate New York. He lived in Massachusetts, before moving to California, his favorite state. After living "the American dream" for ten years, he decided that wasn't his thing. Becoming a wise, and adventurous man over the last couple of years, he gained a lot of travel experiences and great insights.
He hates ignorance, traffic, and Johnnies*. The things he loves are being single-focused and working on our boat. Both occupations can last forever... He also likes hiking, listening to good music, and just chilling. His biggest passion is sailing, and that's what he is doing right now. For this exciting trip south, he is accompanied by his two beloved dogs Kali and Darwin, and his wonderful girlfriend Liesbet.
*A Johnny is a macho wannabe, revving his engine, and trying to attract attention with a modified car and/or loud music. If this person is Latino, Johnny is pronounced in Spanish.
It's Liesbet
Liesbet is from Belgium and still speaks English with a little bit of an accent. Her name is pronounced "Leezbett", but since a lot of people don't really get that, they call her all kinds of things. Americans like their abbreviations, so it's way easier to just call her Lb (also meaning lazy butt).
Her biggest passion is traveling, and... trying new things. That's how she ended up with Mark, and on this boat. She's pretty flexible, adventurous and easy-going; a must for her kind of life. Some people call her "crazy", but let's just stick with "different".
She adores Kali and Darwin, and actually likes all animals, except mosquitoes, the only living creatures she purposefully kills. There's not much that she really hates, other than rudeness, cruelty, hypocrisy, and helplessness. Oh, and sometimes Mark's single-focusness.
She's all excited about the prospect of seeing new places from another perspective (the water), and hanging out with dolphins, and other wildlife. Although, she does miss living in a camper, but that's part of her laziness.
It's Darwin
Darwin is an Australian Shepherd mix, with a pretty tail, and handsome face. He's eight years old, but behaves like he's one. This "pup" is still very playful, a little dumb sometimes (in a doggie way), but knows darn well how to steal your heart. He can be so funny, rolling over in the grass, being eager to do tricks, making funny noises and looking very innocent.
Darwin hates to get his toes wet, especially after it rained on the grass. He also doesn't like to be rinsed off, have his nails cut or get a brushing.
He loves to annoy his sister Kali, nipping her or grabbing her leg to get her to play. Or sometimes just chewing on her. He also likes being chased by other dogs, retrieving toys from the air, water, and floor, digging holes in the sand, swimming, hipping you with his wet butt, licking good smelling air, eating treats, and wagging his tail. But, most of all he loves to be with us, whatever we do. He's a happy boy!
It's Kali
Our special girl is also an Australian Shepherd mix, with a fluffy tail. We think she is part Collie, since she's pretty tall, and white with brown spots. Her face is very cute. She survived an awful disease as a puppy, and used that strength through her whole life. Kali is already ten years old now, but she covers that up very well. She still appeases Darwin once in a while by giving him some playtime, but is getting slower every day.
Kali is obsessed with balls, sometimes a little too much. She loves human food, but is not allowed to have any. Except on her birthday, when a deliciously cooked steak awaits her. She likes to sniff and stroll around, doing her thing, knowing that we're around. Rolling around in the grass is one of her favorite things, but what she likes the most is being in the water. She can literally wake in it for hours, wagging her tail, pawing rocks or digging for imaginary things, occasionally sticking her whole face under the water surface, and telling us how much she likes doing this. That high pitch bark gets old after a while, though. She is terrified by thunderstorms and fireworks, or everything producing a loud boom. She also doesn't like fake grass.
Kali and her unrelated "brother" Darwin are well-traveled puppies, and of all the Central American countries, they liked Mexico , Belize, and Costa Rica the best. Why? There are lots of beaches, calm water, and no leash law!
Disaster struck in our happy family, just when we were ready to explore and have fun in the "real Caribbean". Kali died in Fajardo, Puerto Rico, on December 26th, 2008. To understand what happened, read the blog "Goodbye, Sweet Girl" of January 2009. We all miss her very very much.