Can you imagine if you lived on a very remote hidden island within a tribe isolated from the rest of the world most of your life? The village shaman would be busy diddling around everyday as the other men were hard at work hacking away at their tree trunks making their dugout boats as would
Finding respite after 50 hours of sailing in a little sandspit within the Los Roques archipelago in the distant coastal waters of Venezuela, Andrew and I enjoy a good bottle of Cartuxa Portuguese wine, a pot of Colcannon and a movie. Mind you all this is at anchor with little or no shelter from the
Anchored on the edge of the mangroves just beckoned for some exploration with the dinghy penetrating the waterways within the mangroves. And so Andrew and I set out this morning in this uninhabited/able mass of mangrove trees, birds, sand and muck, beautiful don’t get me wrong. We knew it would be shallow but outside this
I want to say things like ‘On the road again’, we’re ‘Rocking and Rolling’ because we’re back at it sailing on those BIG open seas 24/7. This time we’re crossing the Caribbean from Grenada to Bonaire about 400 miles. Later today we might just slip into the Los Roques archipelago of Venezuela just for a
Leaving from Canouan’s Tyrrel Bay, a sailors’ favorite, we sailed the crossing over to Grenada skirting just outside the volcano zone (Kick ‘Em Jenny that blew here top in 1989 is just 500 feet below the ocean waves and the authorities have created an exclusion zone so no passerby get blown to kingdom come someday).
With the whole family on board every day has been full of good times, so much so that I have no time to write. We have traveled the islands of St. Lucia, St. Vincent, Bequia and now bobbing up and down in Canouan. St. Lucia’s snorkeling is fantastic, closet to a scuba dive through coral
An actual rare but classic sunset, clear to the horizon, let the sun dip into the warm Caribbean Sea saying goodbye to 2012. The sun made no promises or resolutions as it disappeared but I’m hoping it will be back in 2013. Mile-wide crescent shaped Rodney Bay had more than a hundred sailboats at anchor,