Nevis Nice

After leaving Statia we headed to St.Kitts and Nevis. We had originally planned to anchor at St.Kitts to check it out even though the anchorage is reportedly quite rolly. We dropped the anchor in Basse-Terre and the rolling began! It was like being on a roller coaster. We were so hungry we decided to make lunch and keep moving. As I was heating the frying pan for a pancake lunch I hear James call "ok we gotta move now, can you come up?". I run up the steps and we were dragging our anchor and moving through the harbour. There was a submerged pilling marked with a slightly less submerged floating bottle of bleach so we had reduced our scope on our anchor chain so we didn't swing and hit the piling - I guess we didn't have enough scope out even for a quick lunch! We kept moving and ended up in Nevis.

We decided to take a mooring ball at the famous Pinney's Beach since they actually charge you more to anchor anywhere in Nevis than to take a mooring ball. The next day we went to clear customs which in classic Caribbean style is drawn out and involves visiting many people and going to many different offices! Behind door number 1 is the Customs Official who clears in the boat then sends you to door number 2. Door 2 is Immigration who clears James and I into the country then sends us back to door 1 to shows Customs we've cleared in. Then we get send to door number 3 which is the Port Authority. This is where we get presented with our different options for anchoring, moorings and fees involved. After we pay our fees and get a receipt we go back to door number 1 to show we've paid then all the clearance forms are released to us. By this time we were ready for lunch and luckily right next door is a small cafe serving up some delicious Caribbean fare! I had acke and saltfish with coconut dumplings and ground provisions, and James had jerk chicken with all the traditional sides! It was while we were sitting there sipping our beers that my brother texts me with the exciting news that he's engaged!!  I was always remember "Blessings Cafe" as the place I found out my brother and his girlfriend Linzey are engaged!!! Congratulations guys!

The slogan for Nevis is "Nevis Nice" and man is that accurate. This is hands down the friendliest little place we've been! EVERYONE speaks to you and offers directions, advice or just conversation - it's absolutely lovely. I don't know what is in their water but people are just smiling and happy and friendly.

One of the things we did was visit the hot spring. Maybe the world's hottest spring. It was so hot that we felt cold when we got out and it was about 40 degrees celsius outside. We had wanted to do a hike up a volcano while we were there but for the life of us we could not find the trail head. We had read that you can access the trail through one of the golf courses. We saw a lot of monkey's but not a single trail. NO one on the island seemed to know where it was and after hours of "ummm yeah I think you go left" or "uhhhhh just keep going straight" we gave up.

Vervet Monkeys 

The weather was good the next day so we set out for Montserrat. We had just cleared the mainland of Nevis and I heard this flapping noise. I stuck my head out of the enclosure and realized I could see right through our mainsail.

Sail repair 

So we dropped the main and turned around and headed back to Nevis! Thankfully it wasn't a rip - the stitching on our ancient old sail had come undone so we were able to hand sew it back together.  The weather was good so the next day we were Montserrat bound!

Giant caterpillar

Oh Canada!

Radio silence. I know I have been TERRIBLE at blogging. My apologies! I have no excuse other than the fact that some days it's above 40 degrees celsius with humidity and the thought of a hot laptop anywhere near me makes me nauseous. It's also hard to even the tiniest bit productive when you are sweating so much your eyes are burning and render you effectively blind.

So what have Nomads been up since the last blog? Well we visited a bunch of Caribbean islands, had a very special visitor come and stay with us on the boat and we went home to Canada for a visit! We are currently in Grenada, fixing up the boat and waiting out hurricane season. It's very rough, choppy and rolly in our anchorage today so we have come ashore and have free wifi and some AC power to charge our laptops. This means you're all in for a treat - I have all afternoon to blog away and catch you up on our adventures.  Since I got so much flack for the lack of blogs when I went home I assume that means people are still reading this!

We arrived in Grenada at the end of July and had arranged to leave our boat at the Grenada Yacht Club so that we could go back to Canada for a break and catch up with some family and friends. The timing could not have been better. As you all know we encountered our fair share of break downs and that left us feeling like we were racing the "hurricane season" clock. In hindsight we set a pretty crazy pace to get down here and we were exhausted.  By the time we left the left Grenada we had no running water and one barely functioning toilet. It was hot as hell and we never had enough power for a fan. Before we could check into the yacht club we were staying in a very rolly anchorage. After being thrown around the boat for a few days we were all a little fed up to say the least. By night three I was laying in bed listening to a bottle of sesame oil and a glass clink and roll around. No matter how I repositioned them, wrapped them, moved them, I just could not get them to be quiet. I flew out of bed into the galley grabbed the glass and bottle of sesame oil and stormed upstairs and threw it overboard! These were the glasses I spent the better part of a year trying to keep safe. It was definitely time for a break!

After a ridiculously long journey that ended up spanning 2 days full of delays and reroutings we made it back to Halifax on Aug 8.

The delays meant that James got to eat at his favourite Cuban restaurant in Miami - Versailles. My brother picked us up at the airport and it was so awesome to see him! James spent a month in Halifax and I ended up spending about seven weeks. It was a crazy busy visit that flew by but we got to see lots of people we have been missing.

James headed back to the boat before me and started working on projects we felt would improve our quality of life on the boat. First on the list was improving the fridge. This thing is a serious energy hog and was the main reason we never had an amp to spare. James reinsulated the fridge and also filled up our freon since we only had one functioning cold plate last year, it just could not keep the fridge cold. Our fridge now runs less than 6 hours a day instead of a whopping 20hours a day!! We switched all the lightbulbs to LED. So now we have enough power to turn a light on and it isn't giving off tons of heat when we do! We lived in headlights last year since we never had enough power for lights - the semi-permanent indentation on my forehead from the headlamp is finally starting to fade.

I spent a few more weeks at home helping my brother with some landscaping projects and my mum with some home renos. We got to go shopping and out for lunches and coffees. It was lovely. We also got to catch up on snuggles with our little fat snuggle bug Kina and I celebrated by birthday at home with lots of cake! As the leaves started changing colour and as weather got cooler and we started lighting fires and I started wearing wool toques I realized it was time to book a flight back to Grenada - I'm no longer built for the slightest bit of cold!

Kina

All in a day's work driving a skid steer ;)

Birthday Cake

I've been back on the boat for almost three weeks and we left the yacht club and anchored outside the capital of St.George's. It's a beautiful small city full of colonial architecture and centred around the Carenage - the local harbour. It's full of art galleries and chocolate shops - I'm in heaven. After spending a few days visiting the town and the beach we headed south a few miles to Prickly Bay to meet up with our friend Dan on Vagabond. We've been here ever since just chipping away at jobs and dealing with customer service reps in the States for all the products we need that are either on back order or we bought and discovered they were faulty. Weren't we supposed to be leaving all this behind?!?

We have lots of little jobs to do but most important is trying to get a new autopilot. We have been trying to get one since March and since May it has been on backorder. Every week the date gets pushed back. Since we have a departure date of about November 1 from Grenada we need this motor!! If anyone knows how to get us a SIMRAD RPU 160 please let us know!

Sint Eustatius? Statia? We don't know.

Oranjestad with volcano in background as seen from our anchorage

We left St. Barth's and came to tiny old Sint Eustatius or maybe it's called Statia - I seriously have no idea. Either way what a lovely island. It's the kind of place where people give you directions like this: "turn left at the barking dogs, not the first barking dogs but the second barking dogs"! It's not the typical Caribbean island of miles of sandy beaches and shallow aqua blue water. The beaches are tiny, grey and few and far between but the rest of the island is so great who cares!?

Town of Oranjestad

Apparently said island has some of the best scuba diving in the world and if our short snorkel is anything to go by I would say that's correct! Just offshore at Oranjestad is the remains of a submerged wall on which a reef has grown and is teeming with fish of every shape, size and stripe.  We finally saw a hawksbill turtle up close who seemed unperturbed by our presence so we got to watch it for quite a while. Of course this is the time I didn't bring the camera!

Museum, Oranjestad

We walked around the town, went to the fort and took in the beautiful views below.

Fort

We went to the local community based museum to learn more about this small but historically important island. As with the rest of the Caribbean it was "discovered" by Columbus (who deemed it unimportant) and settled by white people in the 1600s who proceeded to import slaves from mainly Ghana. The island switched hands from English, to French to Dutch at a dizzying speed. It was so sought after because it has the deepest natural harbour in the Caribbean and it's location is convenient to receive good from Africa and ship to both Europe and America. It's a Dutch island and we learned that since Holland was one of the last countries to abolish slavery, that slaves on this island were held captive for an additional thirty years after every other colony in the Caribbean had abolished slavery! I can't imagine being able to see Saba, St. Martin, and St. Kitts and know that slaves were free there. Apparently a lot of escaped slaves either trekked up to hide out in the crater of the volcano or attempted to swim to St. Kitts and many were successful! The basement of the museum housed a skeleton of a 60 year old man who had a full set of pristine straight teeth - what teeth look like BEFORE the advent of large scale sugarcane farming! After the museum, we went to a tiny Swedish coffee shop and had the best iced coffee ever. James ordered something from the "dessert" section we couldn't pronounce and was described as warm pastry roll with some spiced meat - it was a sausage roll!

It's a volcanic island and in the center is the dormant volcano "The Quill", which is considered by volcanologists to be a "prime example" of a volcano. The thing seriously looks like how a kid would draw a volcano or even mould one out of chicken wire for a science fair: it goes straight up to a conical point with a crater cut out of the top. It's magnificent and we hiked it!

View of the Quill en route to Statia

Considering it's elevation is over 600meters and it's humid as all hell in there I'm pretty impressed with us. We only went to the crater rim and didn't descend into the volcano as the park advises you need a guide and we were only making a quick stop on the island.

Baseball sized hermit crabs

As you hike up the volcano there are huge red hermit crabs who have lost their footing that come barreling down towards you like bowling balls! We even saw an endangered Red Belly Racer snake. After sweating and puffing away to the top of the crater we were rewarded with the serene view of the rainforest growing inside.  The walk up is so peaceful and we were treated to some incredible earthy smells of the remnants of coffee, cocoa, cinnamon, almonds, and other crops that were leftover from farmers farming in and around the crater.

Sweaty hikers

As you ascend there are information boards telling you about the animals and the volcano and in addition to being very informative they gave me a great chance to stop and catch my breath since James didn't seem to be finding the trek particularly strenuous! At the very last information board they spring on you the fact that the forrest has tarantulas!!! WHY save that until you're at the top - that's something I want to know going into the forest not when I'm stuck in the middle!!! And if the presence of tarantulas wasn't enough they tell you all about the Hawk Wasp - the nemesis of the poor old tarantula. The awful wasp, which is about 2 inches long and bright metallic blue, stings the giant spider paralyzing it so it can drag it into its creepy wasp lair. The wasp then precedes to lay an egg inside the alive but paralyzed spider. The egg hatches and the baby wasp eats the tarantula from the inside out and the spider is alive for all of it!!! Sorry but somethings are too gross not to share.  I never thought I would feel sorry for a tarantula. We saw many of said wasp and every time I saw one I was terrified it was going to lay eggs in me!!

Rainforest inside the crater

Now for a feel good story. Checking into customs was a bit of a drawn out process since their hours are nothing like what they post - "island time" is serious. However, us waiting around for customs meant we got to help out a tiny, fluffy baby chicken.  James had gone to shore to check-in while I packed our volcano hike lunch. He returned shortly after he left with the news that yet again customs was closed but that my favourite activity of helping animals was going to replace the check-in. He told me that a baby chick made her way down the steps to the dock but couldn't get back up and became separated from her family. The chick couldn't have been more than a few days old and with all the stray cats and dogs wouldn't have lasted long alone.  When we arrived back at the dock the poor little black fluff ball was just screaming her little lungs out - she was so scared. After James and I spent a few minutes running around after the little thing who tore around the dock with her useless 2 inch wings straight out to the sides I was able to throw a sarong over her. She instantly stopped and became quiet. I gingerly scooped her up and we walked her back to the rest of her siblings and her mamma. I briefly toyed with the idea of having a supply of fresh eggs on the boat but she seemed to really want to make it back to her family. I laid the sarong-wrapped chick on the grass and let the wind blow the sarong off - as soon as her head was clear she began squeaking away again which mamma heard immediately. Our little rescue chick heard her mom and her siblings and both parties ran toward each other as fast as they could - it was absolutely adorable.  Unbeknownst to us a group of burly construction workers had been watching the entire performance and erupted into applause when babe and mom ran toward each other and were reunited! I guess that's our legacy to Statia - one more chicken.

Shore of Oranjestad

"July Tree"

Endangered Red Belly Racer

Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous (vs a day in the life of a sailor)

Anse de Columbie 

After St.Martin we sailed a few miles over to the island of St. Barthelemy, another French island. We had only intended to spend a couple of days here but when some strong winds moved in we ended up spending closer to a week. We originally came to a small inlet called Anse de Columbie. A serene nature reserve full of sea turtles and with a lovely beach.

Anse de Columbie

After a few days at Columbie we sailed over to the capital of Gustavia. As you pull into the town of Gustavia you are greeted with a mini Champs-Élsées: Prada, Cartier, Louis Vuitton, Gucci, Hermes, Tiffany's, etc. etc. The town is full of very glamorous people sipping espressos and nibbling expensive treats. Now remember we wear clothing washed by hand, stained with motor oil and marked with sea salt - saying we stuck out like a sore thumb is a massive understatement! There was however, free public showers (maybe they can't stand anyone in their town to be dirty?) and free potable water - hurray! So despite the many looks we returned time and again for a shower and some water. The town even had our favourite grocery store from St. Martin "Super U" so we made the long walk to get some of our new favourites.

View of Gustavia Harbour

On our last visit to the dock in Gustavia we encountered a small problem. We had locked our dingy to the dock with our shiny new rustproof lock and cable we purchased in Puerto Rico. When we returned to the dock with our grocery bags full of food our key got stuck in the lock! Neither of us could get the key in far enough to turn the lock nor get the key out. James thought the best plan was to turn the lock upside down and lean on the key as hard as he could and before I could stop him the key snapped off. It was almost sunset, most shops close in the afternoons, we were WAY to far from the boat to swim back and out of curiosity we had looked online at what hotels were like in the area and there was NO way we were affording a night in a hotel there. Just as I was envisioning us

camping out in our dingy overnight, we both remembered walking past a moped repair shop. We speed walked back and the doors were open! We begged the use of a hand saw from a surly Rasta and came back to the dingy. We cut through the "impenetrable" cable in about 1.5 minutes and no one questioned what we were doing - makes us wonder what's the point locking it to begin with?!? Thank god we found that mechanic otherwise we might still be sleeping on the dock!

We sailed the boat back to the little bay of Anse de Columbie and since we were waiting on weather we decided to explore. We had read about a hike into the next small town of Flamandes. After we clambered to the top of the point overlooking the beach there appeared to be only one path, which we followed. Turns out this was the long way! We spent hours walking up and down very steep hills before reaching the town. The hike was supposed to be less than an hour.

Flamandes beach

Once in Flamandes we found the beach and it was one of the most beautiful beaches I have ever seen.! The water is crystal clear with every shade of blue and green and the beach is miles of white powder. It was lovely, quiet and unpopulated and for only €800/night you can get the "basic" room at the local hotel. After a nice long swim we began the arduous journey back. We knew there had to be another way - we found some other hikers who pointed us in the right direction. There was a small "path" skirting the edge of the cliff and sure enough within 40mins we were back to our little beach!

View of St.Martin from St. Barth's 

Flammandes beach seen from our hike

Town of Flammandes

Gustavia Harbour

The Accidental Nudist

Marigot Bay, St. Martin

From Anguilla we made the short little 9 nautical mile sail to St. Martin. We anchored in Marigot Bay and spent 5 days exploring the area.  One of the first things we found was a massive French grocery store - we were like kids in a candy shop! Up until now (other than Walmart in Puerto Rico) we have been shopping at tiny, overpriced shops full of tinned goods and some questionable produce which may or may not include a free cockroach. So when we got to this large, air conditioned full-sized grocery store full of inexpensive products shipped in from France we were over the moon! We stocked up on creamy dairy products, big fat brown eggs, fresh and frozen vegetables and fruits, and treats like pickled onions and rhubarb jam. There was a buy one get one free special on cheese so we stocked up in brie, camembert, edam, masdam, blue, gorganzola and swiss. We may have left Puerto Rico with a fridge full of beer but we left St. Martin with a fridge packed full of imported cheeses.

Our favourite patisserie, Sarafina, which we visited everyday!

After a few days in Marigot we headed to Grand Case a few miles away. We did some great snorkelling there and saw the largest Spotted Eagle Ray we have ever seen. The ray was down on the bottom and was kicking up a lot of sand so sadly the pictures aren't very good. It's tail was enormous!

The island is half French and half Dutch and is two different countries. We had read that taking the boat from one country to another can be a bit of a hassle so we decided to ride our bikes to the Dutch side to check it out. It turned into a bit of an epic journey. At first it was nice and flat and we thought by staying on the road closest to sea level we would encounter less hills - we were very wrong. About 40mins in we started hitting some really steep hills and they just didn't stop! My first gear doesn't work and the frames of the folding bikes are too small for either of us to get out of our seats and by hill about 506 I seriously wondered how many seated climbs I had left in me! The biggest rip of is my brakes don't work so I had to ride up the hills and walk down them! We stopped in Simpson Bay for a swim and to rest for a few minutes before continuing on.

Simpson Bay

As we biked near the international airport on the Dutch side we came across a beach bar.

Waiting for the jet

This is where you see all those crazy pictures of jumbo jets passing right over the beach. It has become such a popular attraction that the beach bar lists the flight arrival times!

Exploding Stick Figure

Tourists wait on the beach and spill out over the road to await the jets landing. Despite all the warning signs depicting the blasts from the jets blowing a stick figure to pieces, when we arrived there was a jet due to land in 5 minutes so we figured why not wait and see what all the fuss is about.

Since half of the island is French you don't just get mountains of divine stinky cheese and buttery pastries but you also get nudists! There are several nude beaches in the area and the anchorage is full of people swimming around nude and wandering on deck in their birthday suits. It was so hot and bathing in a swim suit just isn't the same as bathing naked, so as the week progressed I realized how often I was not bothering to put clothes on! I will always remember St. Martin for the great food and as a place where I unintentionally became a nudist. Which makes me think - if we've stopped wearing clothes, why am I constantly doing laundry?!?