Our sail from Guadeloupe to Antigua’s Falmouth Harbour was a windy bash. The high winds and seas between the two islands really strained our autopilot and us. It would have made most people very seasick. We fared well but were very ready to have this 7-hour ride over and done with. Tacking was horribly uncomfortable so we stayed the course as much as possible as the strong current kept pushing us westward. If we had made for Jolly Harbour, we might’ve done better but we really wanted to see this side of the island first. Eventually we arrived in to the bay, fording Destiny into 30-knot headwinds. What is wrong with us? We are crazy. As if to give us a message of encouragement, a massive scarred up old dolphin suddenly joined me up front, swimming directly underneath the bow escorting us the rest of the way in. The dolphin then vanished as suddenly as it had appeared.
Safely anchored in the bay, we took in our surroundings. Falmouth and English Harbours are separated by a little strip of land making it easy to walk back and forth between the two. Both bays can accommodate a great number of vessels from Super/Mega yachts on down. The Caribbean 600 is just now winding down as is the Atlantic Challenge rowing race. There are loads of yacht services and amenities that we tried to utilize but soon found out that the big boys get priority here. Frank had recently tried to switch our fridge and freezer but the units weren’t working properly, so that was a big item on our list. Next we tried again to get new cockpit cushions made. We also hoped to source a new pump for the watermaker. We quickly found a great refrigeration guy in Marlon Hunte, A.Zero Degrees Marine. He assessed our set up and ordered a new element for the freezer. Check! The watermaker pump got taken into Watermaker Services for assessment. Try as we might, we could not source any upholstery or canvas services to make our cushions. Everyone here is booked up and backlogged. After such a busy morning of walking back and forth in the heat trying to source services we decided to seek out Island Fusion Cafe, highly recommended to us by our friends Joanne and Ken (Allicat). Fortunately it was just a few steps away from Watermaker Services. The owner Sandra is a very good friend of Joanne and Ken, and in the spirit of mutual friendship she whipped up a delectable fresh lobster lunch for us. We waddled out of there resisting the urge to go find a comfortable place for a nap. We still had a little work to do sourcing parts which required walking all over the place and often backtracking the dusty road in the building heat. Nothing in the area is far enough away to justify renting a car and we truly needed the exercise.
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| With Sandra - Island Fusion Cafe |
Time for some fun. Spending time on the boat was a challenge in this bay where the wind never stops blowing…HARD…and the chop-n-roll doesn’t seem to settle down until late. We got accustomed to being wet every time we took the dinghy into shore. We spent several days exploring the area around the UNESCO Heritage Site of Nelson’s Dockyard. We walked the docks to drool over the luxury yachts and the racing yachts. We enjoyed some fabulous lunches at both harbors and at the beaches. We browsed chandleries and shops. Provisions here are world class because Antigua draws so many wealthy clients, but at the same time you pay dearly for those provisions.
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| Our delicious green beans |
A medium bag of Lays potato chips was $7, and a small bag of green beans cost me $15!
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| Zoom in on that price. Frank only bought Antigua rum |
Eventually, our OCC burgee drew the attention of Mike and Robin Stout, “s/v Mermaid”, who invited us to happy hour at the Antigua Yacht Club where we met several other members including Val and Silvain Bettez, a couple of French Canadians on their Beneteau, “ZenLatitude”,who would soon become very good friends.
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| Just one of the many big guys at Antigua Yacht Club |
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| view of some of the big yachts from one of our hikes. Perspective - those racing dinghies are 15 ft long |
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| Catherine's, one of many top rated beach Cafe's with live music and loungers. Outstanding food! |
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| View from another hike showing Falmouth Harbour in the forefront, and English Harbour in the background. |
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| Silvain, Barbara, Val, Frank |
We spent nearly every day or evening with them taking in hikes or walks and of course meals. We are quite amazed at the number of massive homes dotting the cliffs overlooking the ocean and the number of huge yachts that take up the waterfront of both bays. I would “google” them as we passed by. Seriously mind-blowing. We also met some fellow IPY owners over at The Dockyard, Phil Giddings and Krista Slack, “Harmonium Cays”, also Canadian. Our social network is alive again. Eventually, we got the freezer element installed – now we can make ice in half the time. The watermaker pump parts have to be ordered from America, and will cost too much time and $$$ so we brought it back and decided to just continue filling up Destiny as we go along. Although we loved it here, our bank account is hyperventilating, trying to keep up with the price of food and drink, and in order to fill up with water we will have to move over to Jolly Harbour, so on March 1, we talked ZenLatitude into following us over for a few days.
We took the passage outside the barrier reef over to Jolly Harbour thinking we could sail it. We soon realized this was not a great idea as massive waves threatened to boil us up and have us for a snack. This time I actually had to swallow a Stugeron tablet because my insides were no longer keeping up with my outsides. Frank – the machine – was fine! Fortunately it worked quickly but we were not having a good time of it at all. A few hours later we spotted the powder blue waters of Jolly Harbour. What a beautiful bay! By now the winds had built to their typical raging strength and we were told to wait a while on a mooring ball before we could enter the marina because staff were heading to lunch and we would need several hands to help us in. Uh Oh! That doesn’t sound very good at all. The winds were still gusting up to 30 kts. when we got called up by the Harbour Master to enter the marina. When we saw the tight spot they directed us to, our guts turned inside out. Why, oh why do marinas assign us to slips much too small for Destiny? Every other boat around us was well under 50-feet, more in the 35 - 40-foot category, and yet we get charged for our full 52-foot length. We had to maneuver around large pylons with not much room between the piers. A man did approach us in his dinghy, which gave us some relief, but then there was only a young boy on the dock to help me with fenders and lines. Normally, there would have been a staff member standing on the adjacent yacht to take a line & to help fend us off as we turn into the slip. As Frank attempted to turn into the slip, a massive gust caught Destiny and turned her abeam of the pylon. Frank was steering hard to port, reversing and using the bow thruster with all his might while I had all three of them yelling different orders to me. “Be on the bow ready to throw the line! No! Be on starboard midship with line and fender! No! Hold a fender next to the pylon!” I can’t believe the calm that came over me instead of panic. I tuned them all out and headed for the bow, which looked as though it would surely ram the boat to our starboard. I sent up a quick prayer as the anchor barely missed plowing into the other boat, rather it nestled itself between the upper and lower lifelines but not before the bowsprit popped a stanchion on the other yacht as though it were not attached at all. At this same time, I heard a sickening crunch to Destiny’s port side as the wind pushed us at an ungodly angle along the pylon. Everything seemed to stop for a few seconds as Frank manipulated us back and gently guided our bow away from the other boat. I then grabbed a fender to head to the other side of Destiny. The pylon had grazed our rub rail, pulling out some of the setscrews but no real harm done. This is what those rub rails are for, right? It’s not pretty but we will get it fixed another time. While all this is happening, the man in the dinghy did little good for us, he seemed to enjoy his role of yelling at Frank and me. The kid on the dock was virtually useless and looked at me with huge helpless eyes. After getting settled in, we had a look at the other boat. It turns out to be from Seabrook, Texas! The damage was fortunately minimal. The stanchion screws had popped out and just needed to be reset and sealed. We found out later, however, that little incident cost us $300. Checking into the office they asked us how long we were staying. When Frank said “One night”, I gasped and said, “Oh no, after what it took to get us in here we aren’t leaving that soon!” We stayed 3 in the marina and then 1 out in the anchorage with Val and Silvain. On a side note, it turns out that the owners of the boat next to us are also members of our Lakewood Yacht Club in Seabrook. We will meet them in person when we return home, although this is certainly not the way we want to meet people, the irony is quite amazing.
Jolly Harbour is a wonderful little place with yet another gourmet supermarket, a golf course, and some good, although quite pricey restaurants. There is also a very strange tree around the golf course here that produces massive foot-long gourd-looking things that hang down on long vines. No one seemed to be able to identify them. We played a rough 18 holes, my second ever, with pathetic rental clubs. The course is pitted all over with huge holes and teeming with small furry creatures running all about. We figured they were ground squirrels and that this must surely be the place that gave inspiration to the movie, Caddy Shack. After our game we found that those furry creatures are mongooses! The holes all over the course are from land crabs. Well isn’t that something? We ended our second day in Jolly Harbour with the most stunning sunset either of us has seen since our days in Fiji.
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| Jolly H. Marina water - These filters started out stark white |
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| Beautiful golf course! |
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| The fairway! |
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| What is this? |
Val and Silvain arrived a couple of days later but chose to anchor in the bay. Good choice, and one that we would have made except that we needed to fill our water tanks. The water from this marina is so dirty our primary filter turned a dark coffee color – bleh! We had no choice. We explained to them what happened on our arrival and all agreed that Silvain is going to help me onboard Destiny when we pull out of the marina and that we would do it very early Sunday morning before the winds build to monumental strength. Success! Out of the marina, we enjoyed a day and night in the beautiful bay with Val and Silvain. We had dinner together and strategized. We desperately wanted them to come with us to Nevis because we aren’t ready to say goodbye, but they are heading south to Grenada and we are planning to hit St. Martin before heading to the ABC islands for hurricane season. We prevailed, convincing them that one more week and a few more miles is no harm at all.
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| Just Wow |
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