Coming up the coast, we had our closest ever encounter with Humpback whales……. 2m to starboard, and 1m to port! I was alerted to their proximity by Mary’s strangulated yodelling, as she looked down into the whale’s blowhole!
Reality check 1
We were charged EC$ 68 instead of EC$ 8, (overtime!) because we arrived earlier on Sunday, even though we had filled in all the paperwork ourselves before arrival. I paid EC$ 70, but no change was forthcoming either.
Reality check 2
The EC$8 is an environmental levy, but there are no garbage facilities for yachts. You are expected to give your bags to a local, for a “small tax”, who promises to dispose of it when the truck comes by. Judging by the mess we saw in the street on our way to the customs office, they are just dumped in the road to await the truck, giving underfed dogs ample time to redistribute the trash.
Reality check 3
If you resist this system, and prefer to carry it all the way into town, to use the bins there, you are likely to be seriously sworn at…. As was Jeremy!
Reality check 4
An agreed price for a service is not binding! Having accepted an offer to buy coconut water for EC$5 a bottle, I was asked for EC$40 when it came to delivery!
Reality check 5
We decided to take the ladies to Big Papa’s for a Valentines Day lunch. We were offered chicken, pasta, or fish, which were the days “specials”. We were the first to order, and all chose fish, as we had had chicken the previous day, and were having it again for dinner! We received the most pathetically small piece of fish, for EC$30 per head, to which had to be added 15% for Vat, and 10% for service (non existent!!), making it EC$40, or R120 per head. In
the next day, we had a really good lunch for a total
of EC$22 (R66), which just highlighted the Big Papa rip off! Roseau
Reality check 6
The Friday night music, which blasts across the anchorage, ended at 6.10 in the morning. Saturday nights are, reputed to be louder!!
Reality check 7
We are checking out a week early, despite the islands natural beauty, Rain Forests and hikes. Time to go to
|GOLDEN HIND ??????|
Mary took one look at this, and in her best Afrikaans, said “Hier kom K..K!” She was right!
By , either the rum or the weed ran out, and “She” elected to go ashore with all the boatboys. This was not appreciated by Fat Carrot, and a full on Effing and Blinding screaming match took place, which she won, hands down, as she left with the boat boys.
The following morning, when she had not returned to the boat, we heard his VHF radio appeals to the relevant boat boys ! He searched the shore with binoculars for any sign of her return, and eventually went ashore himself to search for her. Mary and I were now beginning to feel a bit concerned for her welfare, and sorry for him. Later that morning, however, we saw them reunited in a pub, drinking beer, and trying to avoid looking at each other!! When “Nature Boy”, the floating fruit and veg guy, came past, I asked what had happened. “She one hot chick ,and need a bit of luvin’” he tells us Only in the
Saturday is market day, and we enjoyed stocking up with lots of good quality, good value fresh fruit and veggies, (including 3litres of coconut water for EC$12), which has done much to restore our perception of