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Published: January 24th 2009
On our way to Petit Martinique, we anchored just off a small uninhabited island to the north of Grenada. We decided to go ashore and cook a campfire dinner on the beach, although Alex stayed on the boat as he was worried about dragging anchor since we weren’t in the most sheltered of anchorages. Scott informed us of an excellent technique he had learned for lighting a campfire which involves the use of a cotton wool ball covered in Vaseline, unfortunately, the closest thing we had to a cotton wool ball was a box of tampons. So there we were, on the beach attempting to light damp wood with a Vaseline soaked tampon. After a substantial amount of time we finally got a decent fire going for us to cook our hot dog sausages and bannock batter. We had forgotten to bring any cutlery with us however, so we had to hold the food over the fire with flimsy wooden sticks. It turned out that this technique was less than effective and we ended up eating a lot of charcoal and sand with our hotdogs. After an eventful evening we went back to the boat to find that Alex had been
Ed and Scott
Attempting to light the campfire with a Vaseline soaked tamponhaving a fantastic time by himself, smoking a cigar and listening to some good music. The night continued to be eventful as we had to take it in turns to go on anchor watch throughout the night due to the unsheltered anchorage. At about 2am we heard some loud thumping and grinding noises, it turns out that the anchor had been dragging and Bob was grounded. We decided that the best thing to do was to leave the area and head to Petit Martinique, rather than putting the anchor down in the dark.
After sailing throughout the night we arrived at Petit Martinique, but after the incident the night before we decided to anchor outside Petit Saint Vincent instead, as the anchorage seemed much better there. The two islands were very close to each other and both very small, but differed from each other greatly. Petit Martinique has about 1000 residents with a lovely local community and little tourism, although there were a couple of restaurants/bars that catered for foreigners. Petit Saint Vincent, on the other hand, contained just a private hotel which costs about $600 per night and has a souvenir shop and a lovely but extremely expensive
A beach at Petit Martinique
Not quite as nice as the beaches at PSV bar. The beaches on Petit Saint Vincent are free to use however, and are some of the most gorgeous beaches I’ve seen, so we took full advantage of them and did some swimming and exploring.
Petit Martinique is a lovely Caribbean island where there seems to be a lot of goat farming and boat-making. We walked round admiring the skills of the boat makers and enjoying the views from the top of the hills. We came across a couple of small abandoned houses that had been badly damaged by a hurricane. We had a look around to find dilapidated living space and bedrooms, an empty water tank and disused washrooms, it’s a shame they weren’t renovated after the damage as they could make a lovely homes.
Other events that occurred during our time at the Petit islands included the punt capsizing, luckily I wasn’t on board at the time, although it sounded like fun and I’m almost sorry I missed it. The motor on the punt was brand new, bought about a week before hand and it was now drowned in salt water. Alex managed to rinse it through with fresh water soon after the incident, but then
accidently set it on fire, yet somehow, the motor seemed to work better after the whole ordeal than before. Less exciting news includes Ed and Scott giving themselves a haircut, this resulted in Ed having steps in his hair and Scott having a Mohawk, which was of course entertaining to see.
Next stop, Mayreau and the Tobago Cays for some world class snorkelling.
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travislyon
Travis Lee Lyon
random post. looks like you guys are having fun. i love th ebule water