We also met the crew from Lady Franchesca who attended the cookout as well. It turned out that the cookout was in a beach front restaurant. One of the locals, Bogart, organized and cooked while the rest of us enjoyed his rum punch drinks.
One of the rasta guys we met lives in a tree. Talk about no expenses.
The morning after the cookout, we sailed 20 miles south to the Southern Tip of Dominica. We moored up and were invited to shore for the village's celebration of Fisherman's Day.
One of the bars was selling fried ballyhoo, head and all. Not to shy away from local foods, we order one and ate it. The boys thought it was gross. I thought it tasted like smelt and wasn't too bad. In any case, we were eating bait!
From the Southern tip of Dominica we planned to head to Martinique. As it turned out, the wind and waves were ideal for heading south so we sailed 3 days and 2 nights until we reached Trinidad. The boys were fantastic on the trip. We all took turns with night watches. Phillip cooked whenever we were on the lee side of an island because there were no waves.
We worked our way past Martinique, then St. Lucia, St. Vincent, the Grenadines, Grenada, Tobago and finally to Trinidad. 340 miles.
340 miles leaves a lot of time on you hands. Phil and I were picking coco seeds from a coco fruit and laid them in the sun to dry. Then they have to be roasted and ground up. After all of that, you end up with pure chocolate powder.
Andrew was chilling on the back deck.
Entering Port of Spain in Trinidad is a little tricky, due to the current from a Venezuelan river spilling into the Caribbean Sea. The water is a greenish-brown due to the river. The island is lush and green.
When we finally hit Port of Spain we were knackered (British for "damned tired"), but thrilled to have made it to South America. We saw Peter and Wendy on Keesje II. They could not believe their eyeballs when they saw us enter the anchorage. The last time we spoke with them, we were heading North. We had a beer together and swapped stories. Then it was off to bed!
Side notes:
We were surprised at the number of sailboats down here. This scene goes on 4 times longer than what is pictured below.
We miss MaMa and are glad that she will be joining us again on Sunday! Three weeks is much too long when you are used to being together 24/7.
