After Julian’s birthday Tuesday last week we sat sail for Union Island. Sailing out of the bay we were passed by a dead sheep floating around in the water and were once again reminded just how wonderful clean Chaguaramas bay is.
By the way it is the first sheep I have seen down here, and it is for sure also my first floating sheep. But perhaps we should more have taken the sheep as an omen/warning rather than a reminder, cause just as we came around ‘the corner’ disaster hit us.
Being used to the sheltered bay in Chaguaramas, the hard wind and the big waves that met us made the tug - who normally appear like an elephant on the sea - seem like a napkin being played around by the wind.
By the way it is the first sheep I have seen down here, and it is for sure also my first floating sheep. But perhaps we should more have taken the sheep as an omen/warning rather than a reminder, cause just as we came around ‘the corner’ disaster hit us.
Being used to the sheltered bay in Chaguaramas, the hard wind and the big waves that met us made the tug - who normally appear like an elephant on the sea - seem like a napkin being played around by the wind.
Eventually, I surrendered to the sea and took a pill to keep the bad pirates at a safe distances, and all the time the only thing I wanted to do - and I guess everybody else - was to sleep, which of cause was as good as impossible due to the constant rolling of the boat, and waves hitting the boat from all possible angles. So the best thing to do was simply to stay outside in the fresh sea air.
A thick smell of diesel was hanging in the air. The wind hit my face like slaps, and massive waves crept up alongside the bulk, and as the dark night slowly settled down upon us, the stars came out to greet us one by one.
All of the sudden the sky was slashed open by a massive comet. For a few seconds the night was on fire - burning in green and blue colours - before colliding with the black sea and forever absorbed and hidden by the untamed sea…………speak less.
A thick smell of diesel was hanging in the air. The wind hit my face like slaps, and massive waves crept up alongside the bulk, and as the dark night slowly settled down upon us, the stars came out to greet us one by one.
All of the sudden the sky was slashed open by a massive comet. For a few seconds the night was on fire - burning in green and blue colours - before colliding with the black sea and forever absorbed and hidden by the untamed sea…………speak less.
After 18 hours of intense sailing, the captain felt that the Buzzard and her crew have had a sufficient of a shock and decided to make an overnight stop in Grenada, and at this point the interior of the Buzzard looked similar to the destruction of Jerusalem. No part of the boat had been spared Neptune's anger.
After a quick tidying and cleaning of the boat, the morning after, the anchor was raised once again. And with a now rather clam sea and blue sky we managed to reach Clifton - Union Island in just six hours.
After a quick tidying and cleaning of the boat, the morning after, the anchor was raised once again. And with a now rather clam sea and blue sky we managed to reach Clifton - Union Island in just six hours.
Sunday, Julian and I sat off to explore the island. We packed our bags, and headed for Ashton the neighbouring village. From there we wandered inland and eventually ended up on the north side of the island. After a short swim in the water we decided to try and reach one of the many mountain peaks on the island. We eventually ended up on a peak, where the ruins of the fortress that used to protect Clifton could be seen. As we stood on the top and were kissed by a fresh coldish sea breeze, we could enjoy an illuminating panoramic view of Union Island, and the remaining islands making up the Grenadines, including a great view of the reefs in Tobago Cays.............no more and no less than breathtaking.
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