When all the essential work
alongside is done, most people haul out and head home for the hurricane season,
or else head out to the anchorage. It is convenient, and much cheaper, but it
is also horrible!! Dirty, un-swimmable, and even dangerous, as the local power
boats and fishermen roar around not giving a brass fig about the yachts at
anchor.
One of two Power Boats storage units |
Stink pot owners around the
world are known to hold similar attitudes, but the local Trinidadians raise the
bar to a whole new level, almost regarding boating as a contact sport! A fellow RSA cruiser, Pieter de Klerk, from “Aqua Viva”, was lucky to survive being run over by a high speed
fisherman in a pirogue, who trashed both his dinghy and his new Yamaha engine,
leaving a luckily unharmed Pieter swimming in the anchorage. Pieter was the
third “victim” of this pirogue owner! Nor is it only the fishermen. Affluent
locals with twin or even 3 x 300hp outboards, “slow” down to 15knots through the anchorage,
chucking up 6ft waves in the process. Pity the yachties who are cooking,
painting, or heaven forbid, working with power tools such as angle grinders!
Escaping is the only option!
Chacachacare with friends |
Thankfully, there are a number of delightful islands, bays, and anchorages where one can escape to restore the “Wa”.
Even Vikings need some R & R |
This is a common sight.........so sad! |
By far the nicest escape
place is Chacachacare, which is a horse shoe shaped island about 7nm from
Chaguaramas. It is the closest Trinidadian island to Venezuela , and as such one is reluctant to go there alone. We
planned a weekend there with Mike and Muffy (Extasea)and their guest, Marita (birthday girl from the SA cat Alleycat) and Chuck and Patty (Soul
Mates), and it was really special.
Marita, Patty and Muffy |
In 1924, the island was
developed as a leper colony, run by Dominican nuns. It operated as such until
1984 , when a cure for leprosy was found, and it has been abandoned ever
since. The hospital wards, doctors houses and jetties etc are all much as they
were 30 years ago, but are all now sliding into disrepair, and neglect.
When Extasea and Soul Mates
headed back to Chaguaramas, we stopped off again in Grand Fond bay, where we
could at least still swim, and pick up the cruisers net.
A negative here is that
customs are a pain in the butt, and require one to advise them whenever
one wants to overnight in one such bay. And no, they won’t accept a phone call
or an email….. one has to visit to get a piece of paper signed so that raiding
officials can see you have notified customs!
Even when we sailed yesterday
to Store Bay , Tobago (actually 12 hrs motoring leaving midnight to catch the right tide in the Boca, and the lull in
the wind), we were still expected to catch a bus to customs in Scarborough to let them know we had arrived.
The trip over went well, and
we caught a Kingfish and 2 Tuna Mackerel, arriving in time for a nap and a
glorious sunset.
We woke up the next morning
rocking and rolling to the westerly wind and sea state caused by Hurricane
Isaac up North. We were now on a lee shore, and dinghy launching and landing would
be quite hazardous. Leaving the boat for a few hours just to let customs know
seemed unreasonable, so I phoned them to appraise them of the situation. Not
the happiest bunnies, these desk jockeys! “You mean its impossible to come to
customs because of conditions?” “No, not
impossible, just unwise and unseamanlike, and as skipper, that’s my decision!
That’s why I have phoned you to give you my details. I’ll see you tomorrow with
all the papers”
I don’t know whether the
customs visit tomorrow will be a glorious sunset, or hurricane Isaac…. Time
will tell!
PS, It proved to be a sunset in the pouring rain!
PS, It proved to be a sunset in the pouring rain!