We said our final goodbyes to the marina so Joel & Derrick came down with a dingy to help us out of the mooring/slip. Derrick, who is the dock master is probably the best boat handler I have ever encountered and he eased us out without a sweat. Sorry to leave there but the immigration officer was threatening to keep my US passport and make me a Grenada citizen, which wouldn't be all bad.
We motored up the 3 nm to Moliniere Bay and grabbed a free mooring ball in the midst of a heavy squall. We had high winds and rain most of the night with powerful rollers slamming against the rocks 100 yds from us. I was wonderful music to sleep by but the same rollers made us hold onto the bed to stay in it. We had a very fitful night.
Got up lazily and dropped the dinghy around 9 to snorkel the statues. Runoff from the squalls last night had the water as pristine clear as chocolate milk. I was able to hold the camera down arms length to take pictures of I didn't know what. When we got back to the boat I was able to photo shop them to be able to see a few rocks. Maybe this afternoon will be better.
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| our lullaby |
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| beetza |
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| another one of them beetzas |
This afternoon was a little better but still no statues. Y'all should google them in case tomorrow is no good.Tomorrow was no good either, hope you googled it! We tried twice to see them, could not although it was a little better.
At about 1500 hrs dropped the ball and motored to the next town, Gouyave, about 5 nm north. Every Friday is Fish Friday, most of the town of about 3,000 turn out for a street party. Many restaurants have a booth to sell seafood caught by the local fishermen. It is not for the tourists but they tolerate us, and let us eat. They usually have a steel drum band for entertainment.
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| at least I can identify |
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| first sunset since June, could not see from the marina |
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| A little after sunrise next day |
At about 1500 hrs dropped the ball and motored to the next town, Gouyave, about 5 nm north. Every Friday is Fish Friday, most of the town of about 3,000 turn out for a street party. Many restaurants have a booth to sell seafood caught by the local fishermen. It is not for the tourists but they tolerate us, and let us eat. They usually have a steel drum band for entertainment.
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| her excitement was overwhelming |
When we pulled into their harbor a squall hit that lasted about 30 minutes and then rained off and on all night. We were soaked to the bone so we got our dinners and went back to the boat to eat in the dry. Evidently the steel drums might rust so the revelers had to make do with a dj & canned music.
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| the squall that welcomed us to Gouyave |
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| a side street leading away from the beach |
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| about half of the fish friday booths |
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| red lobster, grenada style |
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| Sally's rain hidey hole |
We decided to give the life-size statues one more shot and motored back to the park. This time the water was more clear and we found them and had a wonderful time snorkeling among the rocks. I felt it was much ado about nothing but it is promoted as a must see, so we did!
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| together we can't |
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| together we can |
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| more of the same |
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| Sally's BFF fish |
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| parting shot |
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