Sunday, March 13, 2011

Cruising, the Cure for Hypertension

3/2/2011


Our good friend Dr. Jim has come for a short visit between his world travels and ER assignments.  The last time Jim was aboard the Starship was anchored in foggy, soggy Maine, so the humidity and warm climate of Grenada are a welcome change. 
Bringing us boat parts, mail, taxes, and numerous books, Christmas has come early depending on one’s point of view.






A visit to the colorful downtown market was in order, with Don and Jim buying up all the grapefruits, sapodillas, bananas, and other fresh goodies that we could carry on the local bus for a week’s visit. 



Spying nutmeg in its freshly picked state, I learned that nutmeg and mace come from the same tree. 
Mace is the red, spider web like outer covering over the nutmeg seed. It is used mainly in Indian dishes, as a food coloring, and is the dominant flavor in donuts.


Jim spent some initial cool down time in the official Starship relaxation floatie and was surprised and slightly alarmed at his amazing drop in blood pressure. Don and he spent considerable time comparing readings, causes, and effects. 

As our mutual friend Captain George Smith would say “We use to compare how much beer we could drink, how deep we could dive, and how many women we had, now it’s who takes the most medications, how long it takes us to get the “sails” up, and who has the lowest blood pressure!”  We lifted a glass in your honor George.

 A mini onboard medical conference ensued and it was determined that cruising has some clinical applications in addition to the obvious fun factor. With no TV, no traffic, no phone, we don’t care who is on American Idol, what gas prices are, or if Charlie Sheen still has a job.  A very nice side effect of our lifestyle! 

Between the three of us we solved ALL of the world’s problems with healthy doses of Jack Iron thrown in for taste. Definitely an educating, enlightening, and productive visit, thanks for everything Jim!

Grenada........Island of Spice

2/28/11


The Starship is now in Grenada, busy with boat projects, awaiting company, and behind on the blog as usual. I can’t seem to get into the habit of an everyday journal/blog entry, bad blog etiquette as I understand it, but since my computer dictionary doesn’t even recognize the term “blog” I suppose there are no rules. 

The island of Grenada is located at the bottom of the Windward Islands and is yet another major cruise ship stop and yachting mecca due to its location below the normal hurricane paths. Known as the Spice Island of the Caribbean, Grenada produces 1/3 of the world’s nutmeg and mace, as well as cinnamon, bay leaves, ginger and cloves. Market days are filled with wonderful aromas and all forms of spices and produce are available.

St. Georges’s is the capital, originally French but awarded to Britain in 1783 under the Treaty of Versailles. Many of the villages and place names are decidedly French in origin, Grand Etang, Sauteurs, Fontainebleau, yet the British influence is detectable as well.




Built on numerous hills, the winding, steep and narrow streets overlook an almost completely enclosed harbor known as the Carnage. Other than being known as the Island of Spice, Grenada is most famous as the site of a United States military invasion in 1983.

After receiving its independence from Britain in 1974 the second Prime Minister Maurice Bishop was deposed and executed by a splinter faction of the People’s Revolutionary Government which Bishop had helped to establish post British rule. 


Improving healthcare and education made Bishop a favorite of the people but his socialist leanings and ties with Cuba did not sit well with the United States during the cold war era. At the behest of Grenada’s more conservative neighboring islands who feared a communist government takeover after Bishop’s death, President Reagan sent in the troops.


Built in 1706 Fort George overlooks the harbor entrance and was the central target of the invasion. However, military error missed the intended target of the fort and destroyed the nearby mental institution instead so the fort remains largely intact.

Open for sightseeing and with a decided air of neglect, Fort George is now the headquarters of the Royal Grenada Police Force.



Directed at the outside of the harbor, the remaining cannons still give off the air of protecting the city from potential invaders. 

But this open bay is now more frequented by the life’s blood of the island, a much more welcome and vital form of invasion for the Grenada of today. Despite up to three ships a day, almost everyday that we have been here, Grenada still retains its old world charm.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

What’s for Dinner in Carriacou?




Despite the beautiful views of Union Island, it was finally determined that a change of venue was in order. Most boat projects are completed until parts arrive with our next guest in March and the anchor chain algae has almost grown enough to harvest. A sure sign that residency is the next step if we don’t move on down the road. Even the local vendors no longer try to sell us anything, we are fixtures. 

I could spend all day admiring the gorgeous orchid I finally coaxed into bloom after four years and thousands of miles, but it is time the captain says to follow the next rainbow. 





A quick three mile sail to Petite Martinique and then Carriacou.
Petit Martinique is the northern most island of the group of islands that make up the country of Grenada. With a population of only one thousand, trade and boat building are the main forms of economy. 



Trade boats from Venezuela come with cheap diesel, coffee, and dry goods, making this an ideal spot to top off. Designated a duty free port, I wouldn’t say the wine, rum, and tequila were cheap, just cheaper. It’s the Caribbean, what it lacks in affordability it more than makes up for in visual stimulation.......

Carriacou is the next in the chain, close enough to Union Island you could hit it with a baseball and a majestic backdrop for the colorful fishing boats at anchor. 
After a rolly, north swell exposed night off the main town of Hillsborough to clear customs, we quickly headed to the natural and protected harbor of Tyrell Bay. 



Grenada and Carriacou are located below the accepted latitudes for hurricane season so there is a large community of transit yachts here in Tyrell Bay.

Many are fresh out of the storage yards of Grenada, others are full time cruisers, and there are many charter fleet boats headed up to the Grenadines for a quick winter's vacation as well.



Carriacou is only seven miles long and has a rich boat building heritage. 

Colorful small boats always draw my eye and we will definitely be making a daytrip to the west side where the boatyards of the early Scottish settlers are located. 

There is an enclosed mangrove bay here where oysters are harvested and boats can run and hide when necessary. With a small haul out facility, dive shops, reasonable local restaurants on the water, a book exchange, laundry, and harbor wide wifi, Tyrell Bay is definitely a cruiser’s hangout.

One of the reasons Don and I love this lifestyle is the daily opportunities to experience other cultures, interact with people whose frame of reference is so different from our own, and of course....... the menu. Don's favorite saying is …”I came for the food”! 

But the cupboards are bare of all our Puerto Rican provisions, good coffee, rice flour, tofu, and chocolate, gluten-free crackers, olive oil, and organic raisins.  
The French cheese and wine have long since been consumed, I think there is only one can of pate left and Daisy is keeping a very close eye on that.

Trying to eat as local as possible, provision with what is cheap, healthy, and available is what allows us to stay in our budget and stay off dry land. This has become an interesting challenge as we try to avoid meat that is not free range and attempt to consume produce that has not arrived on a jet. Don and I also avoid wheat products whenever possible, very difficult in countries that produce such excellent beer, divine French bread, and mouth watering rotis.

The saving green grace down island in addition to locally grown lettuce has been the discovery of callalu. The green part of the dasheen root, leafy and fibrous, you know it must have all the calcium and iron one needs. 
Learning how to prepare it with all the local condiments has been a boon and I love the aromas in the galley! 



Cinnamon, nutmeg, allspice, garlic, scallions, ginger, Scotch bonnet peppers, thyme, okra, and coconut all combine heavenly together, and all available on every island. The work is in the prep and the reward is in the rich colors and taste. 




Combined with brown rice and pigeon peas, Xaymaca barbecued tofu (last box!), and callalu run down, the only thing missing to be classified as a completely local meal is a few steamed dasheen roots or sweet potato.  

We tend to skip the hefty portion of home baked macaroni and cheese and large piece of fried or barbequed chicken or pork ribs as the latter usually has been flown in frozen from somewhere else. It's a mystery to us, everywhere there are free range goats and chickens, and yet the staple is frozen Tyson type chicken. 

As ship's stores are out of rice flour I am also starting to experiment with farina. A combination of cassava flour and salt, gluten free and abundant, it is  good for breads and dumplings. Although, without all the preservatives, if not consumed while still fresh, would make an excellent second anchor! I am still in the R&D stage on that one.







For dessert......more orchids!

Friday, January 21, 2011

Meow!

1/17/11


Darci has gone, Don is swearing and repairing, Deb has been scraping the bottom and it’s blowing!

20-25 knots for the last week with higher gusts and squalls, Christmas winds in January. Union Island has great holding but lots of turnover charter boats, thankfully the only thing between us and the reef is the kite surfers! 


Don and I were very excited to see our friends Mel and Geno from s/v Meow, friends from Puerto Rico, life-long cruisers and fellow Californians. 




Geno is now fully retired from the oilrigs, enjoying an unscheduled life and bemoaning his broken kite in these perfect conditions.


Lots of wind and flat water behind a protected reef contribute to this kite boarding mecca, although sharing the space with so many boats can be a little nerve racking. 







Everyday we enjoyed front row seats as the kites flew back and forth, silently and swiftly, the ultimate personal watercraft.







Combined with a large swell, the wind has been generating awesome power across the reef for days.



 A huge schooner gave us an incredible show as it cleared the headland to the north and made for Palm Island a little south of us.

Watching the wind blow......an incredible moment.


Union Island

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......

Tobago Cays, the Grenadines

1/5/11




After our turtle in-service, heading to the Tobago Cays was a must as we had been told that it was possible to swim with them in the marine park. 

Twenty miles south of Bequia, a beautiful sail and calm seas, a perfect day in the Caribbean.



Upon arrival however there were many, many mega yachts, charter yachts, mini yachts, mini mega yachts, mini cruise ships and .....SPECTER! 

Not really,  it is the Ocean Pearl....Super Mega yacht???








The Tobago Cays are protected by a large but shallow horseshoe reef and so named,  turquoise clear water that invites you to count the grains of sand. 

Exposed to the trade winds from the east yet protected from the swell, even though there was a strong current Darci and I were in right away. 





Doubtful about seeing any turtles with so many boats, swimming sans wetsuit was oh so nice.

The reef is very damaged from hurricanes and sea life was sparse, even the coral colorless, a not so good sign. 







And yet ....we were oh so lucky....



Snow Boots to Bathing Suits

1/02/2011



Darci was finally reprieved from the JetBlue phone lines and rescheduling chaos of JFK during a blizzard and rejoined her floating home in the tropics on New Year’s Eve. 

We quickly headed off to the island of Bequia, first of the Grenadines and white sand beaches. Diving was a priority as the water was clear and a small dive shop available.

 Not as clear as we had anticipated, it still felt good to blow bubbles together again in warm water.




The island of Bequia is only twelve miles long and has a perfectly protected harbor for yachts. Most head directly here when entering the country, bypassing the more traditional St. Vincent altogether.

Restaurants, guest houses, and white sand beaches make it a tourist destination and polar opposite from the mainland of St. Vincent five miles away.





Bequia also boasts the Old Hegg Turtle Sanctuary on the remote windward side.

Run by Brother King, they take endangered eggs from nests on the beach and raise greenback and hawksbill turtles until they are old enough to be returned to the wild.






Ranging in age from a few days to fifteen years, the turtles are then released as they are now old enough to breed. 

There were a few old timers in the twenty-five year range as well, now mascots and no longer able to be set free. 





The sanctuary is a great place for promoting environmental conservation and education for locals and tourists alike, and the stunning views are well worth the short walk from town. 

Only protected in the marine reserve further south in the Tobago Cays, turtles who return to Bequia to lay their eggs are in constant danger from poachers, man and animal. 


What do you feed captive turtles....? Starkist and Bumblebee!