Bequia Is Where We'll Be

 Saconi playing and singing his song in Bequia for us.  Nice song!

Sailing down the coast of St. Lucia with the famous Pitons close by.

 The walkway around the coast of Bequia with Maria and our friends making their way to the beach.

 

A Dockwise yacht transport ship entering the harbor in Marin, Martinique.  The easy way to paradise!

Maria after her hair appointment in French Martinique.  Her hairdresser was from Paris of course!

The dinghy dock in Rodney Bay, St. Lucia.

Aspen at the dock in Rodney Bay, St. Lucia.

A local boat in St. Lucia.  Ja lives!

Sailing down the coast of St. Vincent.

Bequia sees a lot of the classic sailing ships in Admiralty Bay, where we are.

Just a typical breakfast of lobster and chocolate onboard Aspen - well not really typical.  But lobster season is about to end so we had to support the fishermen!

A cannon overlooking Admiralty Bay, Bequia.

Bequia is very picturesque with the Frangipani tree blooming.

Maria with Laurie and Pauline from Cat Tales under a nice arch.

Steve admiring the geology of the arch.

Don't you just love the signs on the Bequia beach?  The bags are for sale too.

S/Y Aspen – March 21, 2015 – Log #130
Aspen Position: 13 degrees 00’ N  061 degrees 14’ W
Bequia, Caribbean

Time passes ever so slowly in the tropics, once we are this far south.  Life is easy sitting under the limin' tree in Bequia watching people parade along the beach next to the sea.  So where did we leave off last blog? 

Ah yes, St. Lucia was welcoming us back once again.  The place where we completed our trip around the planet was a delightful stop on our continuing journey south. 

We went into the marina to refuel, recharge our batteries and refresh our minds with a secure place to stay.  In doing so we avoided the French boats who like to anchor as close as possible to Aspen because they mistakenly believe our anchor rests in the absolute best place in an anchorage.

Being from Colorado and wide open spaces, we like to place Aspen in 5 acres of open sea without anyone coming into our protected space.  But that isn't possible here so we endure boats swinging within mere feet of us most of the time.  Oh well, it is a small price to pay in order to enjoy the sailing life.

Once our stores of food, liquor and electricity were replenished we headed out to sea, turning to port with a fantastic weather window, sailing down the coast of St. Lucia and St. Vincent.  An enormous humpback whale breeched a mere 1/4 mile away from Aspen, sending a wave of water nearly 20 feet into the air before diving deep into the deep blue Caribbean Sea off St. Vincent.

12 hours after leaving St. Lucia with our lovely sail, Aspen was safely anchored near Princess Margaret Beach on tiny Bequia, a cruising crossroads in the southern Caribbean. 

Bequia has changed since we last visited in 2009, like most places in the Caribbean.  Progress marches on but luckily things move at a slower pace here. 

The vegetable market is still bustling with activity most mornings, as are the little shops lining the street through the village of Port Elizabeth on Admiralty Bay, our main anchorage in Bequia.  Sailors wander through these streets looking for the usual things:  groceries, lunch and rum (well sometimes beer, we have been told).  There are also nice hikes to take and view the sea from so many different vantage points, looking north to the mainland of St. Vincent and south toward the legendary Grenadines.

Maria and I plan to spend a couple of weeks in Bequia before heading out.  The charter boats keep us entertained as they arrive while the beaches glisten in the sun.  Besides, the annual Bequia Easter Sailing Regatta will happen so and we can't miss that!  We heard the parties are not to be missed, oh, and there is sailing too.

This time I put a video on our blog with a little song about Bequia.  I hope you enjoy it.

Sail on, sail on Aspen…

The book, Voyage Into Hell by Steve Siguaw can be found at Amazon.com too.

French Island Madness

Club Med II cruise ship visiting us in Dominica before we left for Martinique.

Mount Pele, Martinique.  In 1902 the volcano erupted and killed everyone except for 1 person in the town (St. Pierre) in the lower right of this picture.

The infamous HMS Diamond Rock off French Martinique.  The British placed cannons on this rock and harassed the French, something they still like to do! 

St. Anne, Martinique with just a few of our sailing friends!

Maria trying to connect to the internet on Martinique.  That is difficult on good days!

The Boat Boys on Dominica gave Maria this lovely bouquet of native flowers.  Dominica is our favorite island in the Caribbean.

Sailor friends having drinks (where are the drinks???) one evening on the catamaran Cat Tales in St. Anne, Martinique (Dawn and Laurie on Cat Tales, Al and Michele on Tarentela and Lorna and Brian on Peace and Plenty).


S/Y Aspen – March 14, 2015 – Log #129
Aspen Position: 14 degrees 24’ N  061 degrees 00’ W
Martinique, Caribbean

The Island of Flowers is what the Kalinago called Martinique, long before Columbus arrived in these waters.  Everywhere you look there are flowers popping up from the bush and trees that carpet the velvet green landscape.  Of course these flowers need water and guess what?  Yes, it rains a lot on Martinique.

We put Aspen's anchor down at St. Anne, in the southern part of Martinique, and watched squalls march by on their way west.  The rain washed our salt from Aspen's deck and we were squeaky clean once again.

Ashore we have bakeries to buy baguettes and assorted other French goodies, not to mention Martinique rum that is very potent.  Ti Punch is a favorite drink here and just a couple small glasses guarantee a good nights' sleep, rocking in the Caribbean Sea.

Maria and I, along with several sailing friends, hiked the fantastic trails in this part of Martinique.  One day we hiked to Saline Beach and what did we find at the end?  A French beach restaurant of course.  Ah yes, the French have it right.

Yet even in this paradise there are problems.  It seems Martinique was left behind in the digital world.  Our usual array of internet options fail here and it is necessary to find a data provider to get a connection.  Once we are online it merely takes about 20 minutes to get only a few emails before we run out of money or the internet goes into hiding.  The French islands are notorious for poor internet connections for some strange reason.  Maybe France doesn't want the island to be that modern after all.

As I run past open pasteur lands every morning I see the hunched figures of men gazing intently at strange small wooden boxes scattered everywhere in the fields.  Rats???  Are they looking for rats in their traps?  You never know with the French since snails and frog legs are still staples in their diet.

But no, the traps are not for rats.  The hunters are emptying their traps of land crabs!  Crabs are a delicacy in Martinique and in many parts of the Caribbean.  Crabs, geese.  Who would have thought?

But now it is time to sail to St. Lucia and enjoy the island where we closed our circumnavigation loop.  How bad can a 4 hour sail be, I keep telling Maria as the forecast calls for strong winds and elephant size seas.  Hmmmmm.

Sail on, sail on Aspen…

(The book, Voyage Into Hell by Steve Siguaw can be found at Amazon.com too)

Sexy Bones, Rainbows, Mountains and Boat Boys

Stunning Dominica and the Cabrits ahead of Aspen's bow, sailing in from Iles Des Saints.

A view of Portsmouth, Prince Rupert Bay, Dominica with Aspen anchored far below.

One of the tall ships that love to visit during our time here.

 Aspen is in the center of the picture, along with just a few fellow sailors.

A hermit crab using a nice hole in the rock to hide and rest.

A trail high in the Cabrits, the fort area on Dominica.  Notice the abandoned relics at the end of the trail too.

Maria enjoying the peace and solitude of the trails.

The restored fort area has places to rest and relax too.

Cannons litter the jungle around the fort.

An obstacle in the middle of the trail.  You never know what you will find!

Just a few spikes on a tree that you don't want to land on.

Brianna having lunch in Kalingo territory.  She is dressed so colorful!

 The cave high on the ridge with a secret passage leading to the sea in Kalinago Territory.  Yes, it is from my book.

S/Y Aspen – February 23, 2015 – Log #128
Aspen Position: 15 degrees 34’ N  061 degrees 27’ W
Dominica, Caribbean

Dominica, where nature rules your life.  Wave after wave of warm tropical rain showers blanket the landscape creating an island paradise so enchanting and welcoming that Maria and I pinch ourselves to make sure it is real.  The rain lasts only 10 minutes before the sun blazes through the clouds creating rainbows against lush green mountains in front of Aspen's bow.

Then there are the boat boys called PAYS.  These island ambassadors have organized on Dominica and created an environment that is welcoming to sailors as they meet every passing sailboat far out at sea and entice you to stop and visit their island. 

Some sailors remember days gone by when it wasn't safe to stop at the harbor in Portsmouth, Dominica.  Yet today, things are much different.  PAYS provides security in the harbor, arranged for trips up the famous Indian River and around the island and generally take care of every sailor.  Then, once a week on Sunday night, there is the BBQ.

The BBQ brings anchored sailors together for an evening of fun, food, music and strong rum, creating an atmosphere of community for both sailors and the people of Dominica.  It just doesn't get much better than this on any of the Caribbean islands.

Maria and I hiked and explored the Cabrits and the restored fort with many ruins still hiding in the surrounding forest.  The trails on Dominica range from those in the Cabrits to the island-long trail called the Waitukabuli Trail, the longest trail in the Caribbean.

Then there was Sexy Bones, the shaman I talk about in my book, Voyage Into Hell.  It was fantastic seeing him again.  And this time I was able to give him something, a copy of my book.  Sexy Bones was surprised I had written about him.  He was so pleased that he would not stop giving us gifts in his appreciation when Maria and I stopped at his humble house, high in the mountains in Kalinago Territory. 

Maria and I also met with Lennox Honychurch, the archaeologist who restored the Cabrits fort.  He told us Sexy Bones constructed a Kalinago hut inside the museum at Roseau, the capital of Dominica.  It seems that Sexy Bones is very well respected for his Kalinago heritage.

Nearly two weeks after we arrived in enchanting Dominica it is once again time to sail away.  The winds are forever pushing us onward and we hope they are gentle as Martinique glistens on the southern horizon.

Sail on, sail on Aspen…

Running with Goats

Running with goats in Iles des Saints, Guadeloupe, Caribbean

From the top of a hike in Iles des Saints, Guadeloupe, Caribbean.

Sailing out of Deshaies, Guadeloupe on Aspen

Cat Tales, a catamaran, sailing with us early in the morning before the Trade Winds kick in.

The spectacular harbor at Iles des Saints.  Aspen is toward the left of the picture in the center.

Carnival in Iles des Saints, Guadeloupe.  It was small but very enthusiastic!

Just a lunch stop along one of the beaches on Iles des Saints.

Maria waiting for us at the top of the climb and she is barely out of breath!

A dinghy dock on an adjacent island in Iles des Saints.  The hike here was fun too!

This is Aspen in the center of the picture, on a mooring ball (very civilized) in Iles des Saints.

The Cat Tales crew (Laurie & Dawn) and Maria enjoying a beach in the Saints.

A view from the Saints hike with Guadeloupe in the distance.

The natural setting is stunning around every corner.

Enjoying the shade above an old military battery in the Saints.

S/Y Aspen – February 12, 2015 – Log #127
Aspen Position: 15 degrees 52’ N  061 degrees 35’ W
Iles des Saints, Guadeloupe, Caribbean

Iles des Saints is a magical place.  French?  Oui.  French food?  Oui.  French Language?  Oui, but Captain Steve is fluent in English so no one can really understand his few words of French except for Euro and chocolate.  Maria is happy when he returns from his run with a still warm baguette for breakfast of course!

Speaking of running, eventually there had to be a story about this in our blog.  Well, on Isles de Saints and most places on Guadeloupe Steve's morning runs are nothing short of brutal.  Everything here is straight UP.  Running up Hope Pass in Leadville is extreme but these roads and trails will challenge any runner.

And that is just on the roads.  Running on trails is fantastic but with the same up, up and more up.  Only goats can climb these things and a few crazy runners.  Goats seem to have the right of way and it doesn't really matter since they bolt our of the way at lighting speed.  Steve climbs the intense inclines so slowly the nimble goats just brush him aside in their quest for a daily meal.

The French trails are well done and easy to follow, even if they cross deep streams, wind through dark forests or climb straight up a mountain.  At least the paths are well marked so no one gets lost, usually.

Maria enjoys the hikes that we take because she gets a good workout.  You've heard the expression, life is about the journey?  Well for Maria the DESTINATION is the goal.  One hike in particular went up a walking path so long and steep that even the goats needed to stop and rest.  They didn't understand that once Maria gets going there is no stopping along the way.  Through the waterfall of sweat cascading into my eyes I could barely see her ahead in the distance, grinding away forever upward and waiting on the top for those who decided to take pictures or admire the rocks near the route.  I guess her workout classes in Colorado really helped her!

We have been spending our time like most sailors down in these little latitudes.  Lunches onshore, snorkeling the nearby reefs, rocks, and sunken wrecks, French pizza for dinner and happy hours on friend's boats.  Doesn't this just make winter pass so nicely?!?  The only skiing down here is in liquid water, not frozen white stuff that seems so plentiful back in the USA.

Now it is time to sail to Dominica, land of lush tropical forest, rain and of course, home to Sexy Bones the shaman.

Sail on, sail on Aspen…