1/7/11
The last island in the Grenadines, the last ferry, the last airport, and....baguettes!
A French gourmet store and REAL yogurt for culture, grapefruits, and roti. It is the little things that keep us happy.
Sorry Uncle Jack, it is all about the gastronomics. (He says all I write about are food and drink....... Aarrrgh.......pirate!)
The main harbor of Clifton is colorful and busy, a main provisioning stop for cruisers and charter boats.
Fresh produce was the main draw for us, no scurvy on this vessel and we were out of anything green.
The local stalls were a visual feast and as expensive as the French cheese, but thankfully, once in awhile, a woman on the side of the road would appear, no brightly colored overhead to support, and pulling a rickety wagon with infant in tow.
Fresh papayas!
With some mechanical issues to deal with as well as provisioning, and there is ALWAYS something to fix on a boat, the complete protection behind the reef was a perfect spot to do both shopping and fixing.
Prop, generator, water pump........
.......oh and that no reverse thing too.
But what a view!
We still had a few days left before Darci flew back to the Great White North and daily travel by subway so a little exploring was in order.
On the leeward side of the island is Chatham Bay, protected and remote, we chose to go by land and hike down to the beach.
A natural Stairmaster with a view and only accessible by boat, hike, or quad.
The beach was deserted even though there were several charter boats in the bay and we had our pick of spots.
Mostly small local beer on the beach type places serving chicken, conch, and lobster for a pricey price, and yet just a soda or beer was ok too.
A dip and a cool drink, some sun and cool water......
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