We weighed anchor in St. Georges, Grenada and headed out for Bequia around 4pm. I realized that I had missed a lot of the organization and logistics that morning so I determined to get up early Monday morning. More later about this. The harbor pilot guided us out of the harbor and then jumped off into the pilot's boat. At 1730 the galley crew set out on the main deck pitchers of rum swizzles and snack food like fried coconut, melon, cold cuts, and etc. Rum swizzles have a hidden kick like a mule shoe wrapped in velvet. We all set around trying to get comfortable with the other passengers. Did not take long to find out they were as warm as the grannies. In fact there were several who reminded me of Glo and Amelia and Kath and Vi and Judy. I would get jst a quick glance and imagine I was back in Branson. 1730 is actually about 3:30 pm central standard time. I caught Leigh and Misty standing together and snapped this picture.  Dinner was served at 2000. So we all snacked and rummed until dinner. By the time the 3 of us got through with dinner the sun was setting. I took a lot of pictures trying to catch the perfect sunset and cloud. I bought a doubloon at the ships bar. Cost $10 which I thought was awfully expensive. Then I go a double rum and coke and the bartender punched 6 holes. I am humming and strumming with um swizzles snacks and dinner. Really half blotted. Wanted another rum and coke and bought another $10 doubloon. Lordy I can't afford to pay $10 for every rum and coke so I know I will not drink too much. WRONG!!! I discovered my financial error the next afternoon. Us Texans went to bed along with the rest of the passengers at about 2200. Captain gave us hell about that the next morning. We sailed all night. In the morning we were at anchor in Bequia harbor. Woke up Leigh and Misty but only Leigh got up. Misty was still stiff and sore. Leigh and I had breakfast and gathered up at 0830 to listen to Captains story time. Lordy he told some juicy jokes. He told us Bequia was an old whaling station and the natives wuld try to sell scrimshaw. But the real stuff is illegal to bring into the USA because it is ivory. He also said they still are allowed 2 whales a year. Then he told about the jumpup on the island that night. He said the native guys grab the female tourists to dance with and hold on tighter than skin. The captain described it as "vertical sex". Naturally every woman in the group set up very straight, got a goofy grin and decided they wanted some of that. Then the purser "Rusty" came up and laid out the plan of the day as far as tours and sights to see. She pointed to a beautiful white deserted beach that you could reach by walking on the island but you had to cross a hilly point of land on a goat path. Leigh has a thrill on this path. Will tell tat tomorrow. The three of us decided to do the goat path and then the Max's pizza and jump up. From atop the goat path I took this picture of the Yankee Clipper. Two weeks later and I yearn for that ship. The water is great and stunning in the picture but in real life it is indescribable.  We hung out on the beach for several hours. Leigh and Misty swam and sunned. I took pictures of flowers and plants and a beach vender. I bought a T-shirt. Big spender. We motored back to the ship for lunch and nap. Tomorrow I will tell about pizza party, jump up, goat path, and logistics.
Pictures of the sail to Bequia and beach time is at WJ3 to Bequia. The remainder of the pictures click onWJ 3 b |
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