Thursday, May 20, 2010

Liesbet ‘s SabAdventure

Last year Irie spent five months in St. Martin; a big part of the year, that doesn’t have much to do with cruising. Then another three months in Grenada, for pretty much the same reasons: selling Wiries and running the business in the States, combined with boat projects. The list of boat problems never ends and one needs to make a living somehow when wanting to be a sea gypsy, no matter how primitive and economical the lifestyle. The other months of the year, we sail from place to place with some sightseeing and, ideally, a bit of enjoyment along the way.

This year, we came back to St. Martin to work for about three months, order parts from the States and repair some things on Irie. We planned ahead and were busy the whole period and then some. When May approached, we started to look forward to getting out of this land locked, not very Caribbean like lagoon. What is the use of a sailboat when you don’t sail? Problems with the outboard engine would keep us here longer than anticipated, however, and seeing the places missed on our other two passages through the Eastern Caribbean island chain (mostly because of weather issues) was in jeopardy. Hurricane season (and a supposedly bad one at that) is upon us!

For over a year now, I wanted to visit Saba, which is close to St. Martin and part of the Netherlands Antilles. The whole island is more or less a rock and very different from its neighbors. It is relatively small, lacks beaches and flat roads, has few inhabitants and nature abounds. Visiting by boat is possible, but uncomfortable, sometimes even dangerous, and going to shore is very challenging. The best way is to swim, but that involves other inconveniences and excludes taking Darwin to shore for his potty breaks. Mark is not a fan of taking Irie over there, so my only possibility was to visit by myself.

Ferries are expensive and their schedule is unbeneficial, so flying is the better option. Not only do you get to Saba in 15 minutes and hassle-free, but the whole experience is a thrill to say the least! The plane is loud and shaky, the views marvelous. Before you realize St. Martin is behind you, the big mountain of Saba dooms ahead. When you sit in front, you almost have a pilot’s perspective of the trip. With a quick drop, the wheels touch bottom and its strong breaks stop the plane in seconds, while it turns to the small airport building. The runway is the smallest in the world and ends at the ocean’s edge, something you get to see up close when taking off again!

After my first encounter with Saba’s climbing roads and steep steps, I checked into rustic El Momo Cottages, at $50 for one person ($65 for two), the cheapest place on the island. By 10 am, I was ready to explore. I observed a glass blowing demonstration at Jo Bean’s Gallery and ventured into town.

Windwardside, the biggest village (but not the capital; that’s The Bottom), is a cute collection of white gingerbread houses with red roofs and white picket fences. It is very quiet and peaceful with a few churches, a museum, a couple of grocery stores and a handful of bars and restaurants. Goats roam free around town and in the countryside.

Saba is full of hiking trails; you can basically walk around the whole island and rarely touch concrete. Mt. Scenery, with its 1065 steps is the biggest challenge. When the weather is nice, the views are amazing, but I happened to visit on a very cloudy weekend. It took a few hours to climb the big and steep steps cut out of rock. Taking pictures was a good excuse to catch my breath multiple times during the trek.

The whole hike, I was surrounded by moist jungle plants, green elephant ears, banana and palm trees, colorful flowers and singing birds. Once I reached the level of the cloud forest, there wasn’t much reason to keep going, since no views existed, the air was wet and chilly and everything was white. Somehow, I refused to believe this until I stood on the highest point of the Netherlands Antilles with the whistling wind and white clouds as my only company!

Going down went fast. Maybe a bit too fast, since one of my knees exploded in pain with the first step down stairs, the next day. Nevertheless, I wanted to stick to my plan of walking to the airport from Windwardside, the long way around the island, via trails. The exercise started at 9:30 am, when I once again began climbing the steps. A first turn off brought me to the top of Maskahorne Hill with a nice view over town and the ocean. Ascending was excruciatingly painful and I started to doubt my intentions. As long as the trail went up, I would be OK...

I continued on the main track, passed the sign for Mt. Scenery and followed the Bottom Mountain Trail. By Saba standards this one was pretty flat and I enjoyed being all alone in the wilderness and the pastures, surrounded by rainforest, wild goats, fluttering birds, spotted lizards and silent butterflies. The worst part of the day (for people with a painful knee) was the steep and infinite (was it?) path down the mountain towards the road. As slow as I could, I proceeded, my only joy the taste of ripe mangoes that almost fell on my head. When I finally reached the winding concrete, I faced a dilemma: “giving up” and turning left, steeply downhill to reach The Bottom and hope to catch a ride towards the airport (the opposite side of the island), or “be strong” and turning right, steeply uphill (yeah!) to reach the Sandy Cruz Trail, the most popular one for visitors. Based on the painful prospect of going down more, and on stubbornness to do this “nicest” trail, I turned right and started climbing deliberately, taking breaks at every turn.

The Sandy Cruz Trail: should I or should I not? Once I started, there was no way back. Most people do this trail the other way around; I did find out why. About five minutes into the hike, I came across a young couple, whom I asked about the hike. To my great relief, they said they had been going downhill for most of the way. That meant loads of climbing for me. Being one that actually hates climbing and sweating, I found myself just wanting to do that very same thing right now (the climbing anyway)! After a glimpse down to the water with the rocky cliffs, a fast snack, a short break and a few minutes to cool off, I was ready to continue on. Behind me, a local man appeared. He was wearing camouflage clothes, a riffle and a rake. He asked me whether there was anybody behind me. I replied I was going into his direction.

The last time I saw a man in the same outfit with the same tools, was the day before on Mt. Scenery. That man was accompanied by a friend and in front of them laid two dead goats; legs tied together, heads cut off. All of a sudden I realized being alone and quite vulnerable. On Saba no crime exists and I shouldn’t have worried, but sometimes, you get carried away…

A tough climb started, and kept going and going and going. There was no end in sight and I soon understood why tourists did it the other way around. The humidity was incredibly high and I needed to stop frequently to breath and wring my soaking wet shirt. The steep path went on for what seemed forever, but… my knee felt fine. At last, I arrived at another split. I had the choice of taking the All Too Far Trail, followed by the Sulphur Mine Trail which would bring me to Lower Hell’s Gate, the town closest to the airport or continuing along this trail into Upper Hell’s Gate. The second option promised the least downward track (and once on the road, I hoped to hitch a ride), so I continued on the same trail, downhill this time, until I reached the pavement.

From here on, the road wound down for miles, all the way to the airport. I started slowly and discovered I could actually do it with one stretched leg and therefore reduced pain. It might have looked funny and I forced a little smile myself, proud of my achievement and endurance. Soon, I developed a robot-like stride downhill and just like the Duracell man, I kept going. Halfway down, it didn’t seem worthwhile to hitch a ride anymore. And, even so, cars had no room or the momentum of stopping along the narrow, steep road. At exactly 4 pm, I entered the bathroom of the small airport building to freshen up. I had made it and with plenty of time to catch my 5:30 plane back. The idea of walking down to a tidepool nearby was given up after I tried to stand up again subsequent to sitting on a bench for 20 minutes. Totally exhausted and with a sore body, I hugged Darwin and Mark back in St. Martin. Did I really just leave the previous morning? I squeezed the most out of my trip, my money and my muscles, but Saba was worth it!

Thursday, May 6, 2010

The Wirie Crew Assembled in the Caribbean

On April 26th 2010, Mark’s brother Tim and his wife Kristen were scheduled to land in St. Maarten at 2:15 pm. We had been looking forward to their visit for a couple of years and were excited it finally happened. The weather predictions were pretty good and we planned a six day vacation with talks about the business (Tim is our Wirie partner in the States), swimming, walks on beaches, relaxing and lots of sailing…

When Mark checked the status of the expected American Airlines flight, it appeared to be cancelled! A big thunderstorm in Miami, our visitors’ stopover, prevented all planes from landing and taking there. Our visitors’ whole trip was up in the air, literally and figuratively, and we could only hope for the best. It worked and they did arrive in St. Maarten the same day, with a five hour delay and without luggage! Waiting in line and filing the necessary forms took another two hours of their precious vacation time. Around 10 pm, Mark, Darwin and I welcomed Tim and Kristen aboard Irie.

Since we had to wait for the luggage to arrive, plans changed a bit for the first day of their holiday. Instead of leaving the lagoon in the morning and exploring Friar’s Bay and Happy Bay, Mark and Tim had their big business meeting and the girls went shopping in Marigot, the capital of St. Martin. By late afternoon, the guys tried to obtain the arrived luggage, which proved to be a painful and inefficient two hour process. This is the Caribbean! They made it back on Irie right in time to catch the last bridge opening of the day on the French side. We did succeed to anchor in Grand Case before the sun set. In the evening, we tried the local BBQ shacks (lolos) for dinner, something Mark and I came to like. Unfortunately, the over-cooked food, depletion of choices and unfriendly service made an end to that tradition.

On Wednesday, a short, pleasant sail brought us to Tintamarre, where a pod of sleeping dolphins drew our attention. This is the first time we noticed these wonderful animals being totally motionless, just floating under and above the surface. Free mooring balls in the anchorage made our stay easy and a swim to the beach rewarded us with remoteness and white sand. A path leads to the windward side of this deserted island, where the water was lukewarm, protected by the reefs. Snorkeling around the rocks was fair and tiresome because of a strong current. The water was as clear as the sky.

From Tintamarre we had a slow sail to Anse du Columbier in St. Barth. Since the plotted course was straight into the wind, we needed a few tacks and a lot of time to reach our destination. We had lunch underway and the last half hour we decided to motor. Once settled on a free mooring ball, we could enjoy the peaceful surroundings, beautiful water and many sea turtles grazing around our boat. The rest of the afternoon and evening was quietly spent in the anchorage with a nice meal and good company.

Friday had arrived and since we planned two nights in Columbier, we had a whole day to enjoy the area. Kristen preferred to check out St. Barth’s capital Gustavia, so the four of us and Darwin walked the hot, but pretty trail towards the small village of Flamands. There, a taxi could get arranged to drive us into the town center of Gustavia. Tim and Kristen went shopping, while Mark, Darwin and I hung out in the shade of a gazebo, where free internet is available and where we ran into Chris from Gypsy Cat. It’s a small world! For lunch, the Kiltys walked to Shell Beach, where a fancy and attractive outdoor restaurant is located. Tim and Kristen treated us to a wonderful lunch and Darwin got offered a bowl of fresh water. After a sweaty walk back to the dinghy, our guests snorkeled and enjoyed the clear water and interesting sea life. Just like the previous nights, we were all tired and spent by 9pm after a day full of activity and strong sun, so we turned in early again.

The following day, the alarm clock got us going. A quick breakfast and the sails went up for a last sail back to Simpson Bay Lagoon. The wind was very light, which made the trip slow but relaxing. We had to hurry a bit in the end to make the 11:30am Dutch bridge back into our oh-so-familiar lagoon. During the afternoon, Tim, Kristen and I took a bus into Philipsburg for more shopping. At night, the couple took us out to a seafood restaurant along the water. The food was delicious and a huge spoil for the two of us. A very enjoyable, tasty and stress free last night wrapped up our family and Wirie meeting in the Caribbean.