Tuesday, 19 March 2019

March 2019 – Grenada (Prickly Bay)

Scots Klerk clock & bell tower, St George, remarkably bang on time
Prickly Bay Marina

We had a wonderful night catching up with Karen and Graham, then next day completed the very easy clearing in with customs and immigration, both in the same room of the building at the top of the dinghy dock, which we followed with the obligatory local beers at the Prickly Bay Marina and those pizza’s we were so looking forward to. The marina is a simple arrangement of a ”Tikki Bar”, tables and chairs and benches under umbrellas or cover, charging stations are provided above some of the tables and the restaurant provides good, simple, what seemed like rather costly food but we were to discover that the general cost of living in Grenada is fairly high, especially compared to South Africa and Brazil. 
Prickly Bay Marina restaurant
Prickly Bay dinghy dock
The currency here is Eastern Caribbean Dollar or US Dollar and the exchange rate is EC$5 – R1. In the same Marina complex was a mini mart shop which stocked basic supplies and a laundry – average cost for laundry seems to be R150 per 8kg load, thank goodness for our little Japanese twin tub washing machine which currently works hard and saves us a fortune. Also there is a French butcher who sells the most amazing cheese, good quality meat, homemade sausages and cold meats and what we could only assume is really good wine as at around R200 per bottle, we decided not to partake. 

Also the marina disposes of rubbish for you, for a fee – R25 per bag, other marina’s are more selective and charge R15 for a small bag, R25 for a medium and R40 for a large bag, we will see if this is common throughout the Caribbean but it certainly forces us to continue making our refuse footprint really small.
Michelle & co-winners boogying it up @ bingo
Entertainment at Prickly Bay Marina is aimed at cruisers and locals alike, they show 2 movies every Sunday night, interesting selection the first night we were there – Jane Eyre and The Hobbit, an unexpected journey. Tuesday nights is Trivia and Wednesday Bingo, we attended the bingo, its not just a game it’s a full evening’s entertainment with a local DJ playing very loud local music to which the lucky bingo winners were required to dance on stage before being given their prize, Michelle ended up jigging away in the fine company of 4 or 5 co-winners, she didn’t get much but most of the prize money was generous. We retired to the serenity of our cockpit before the evening was done, hopefully the people that got our cards won something. After this we chickened out of the trivia evening….

We found a sushi restaurant next to
Spiceland Mall
Monday to Saturday on VHF radio channel 66 is the Cruisers net that provides incredibly helpful information to all cruisers in radio range, they cover weather, social events, “Treasures of the bilge” ie. Buying or selling things, businesses and specials, introduction of arriving and departing yachts, kids net on Saturday mornings and shopping bus schedules for the bays further away from the main shopping centre of St George. There are two main supermarket chains on Grenada, IGA (one store at Spiceland Mall), this was the closest proper store to us in Prickly Bay, a 5km walk away and Foodland (three stores, one in St George Town, one at the Carenage in St George and one close to the IGA). These stores are fairly well stocked, depending on the day of the week but they’re not huge so don’t carry a big variety of products, but we found pretty much what we needed between them. Other than these, there are a number of small stores that stock basics dotted all over the Island.

Transport around Grenada is great, there are taxi’s and busses, all the same HiAce vehicles, the difference being busses display a number in their windscreen, taxi’s do not and there’s usually someone hanging out the window of the bus shouting that there’s more space inside. They are numbered 1 – 12 depending which route they cover and are quite a bit cheaper than a taxi at EC$2.50 per trip versus EC$10 for the same trip in a taxi, that said, the difference is fairly obvious. Any deviation from the bus routes adds to the cost and it pays to fix the price before embarking on the journey, many times we found ourselves humming the Chris de Berg song “Don’t pay the Ferryman”. These busses play pretty loud local music and are always full and take longer because they stop all the time trying to convince pedestrians that being crammed into that hot, crowded, mobile boom box that hurtles its way down the streets, admirably avoiding pedestrians and other vehicles, is better than sweating it out on the pavement – tough call.
Getting into Shademan's luxury chariot
We discovered “Shademan”, his name is Patrick, when, after marching to CK’s for bulk stock and to the garage to fill 3 x 25litre drums of petrol we luckily found him and his red bus and he transported us back to the marina where our dinghy was tied.  Patrick has cleverly seen a business opportunity in the cruising community and he offers an almost private bus cum taxi service to cruising yachties and tourists from the cruise ships. He is connected to the Cruisers net via VHF and provides shopping bus trips to the shops from the various marinas as well as transport to events such as the Saturday hash. He charges the same rate as the local busses but his driving and the overall state of his vehicle make this a much friendlier experience. We did the shopping route with him from Whisper Harbour Marina, a round trip with 8 other cruisers to the hardware shop, the bank, CK’s (they sell in bulk at a lower cost, great for booze and cooldrinks) and the Spiceland Mall. Eventually everyone’s shopping had taken up the entire front seats and we were all jammed together in the rest but it was still great fun and a really fast way to meet fellow cruisers.

Hurricane season (June to November) is a hot topic in the Caribbean and needs to be carefully noted when it comes to boat insurance, our insurance company covers us if we spend hurricane season in either Grenada or Trinidad/Tobago, with many conditions, etc. as these areas are considered below the hurricane belt. Grenada has had two really notable hurricanes, Janet in 1955 caused considerable damage, but Ivan in 2004 devastated much of the Island’s infrastructure and they are still battling to recover. One of our aims was to check out what type of safe mooring is available in Grenada in the event that we need to leave Maxscene for any period of time over hurricane season and we scoured some of the marina’s with interest. We spent 2 weeks in Prickly Bay, very popular as it has a large, well stocked, pricey chandlery for boat parts and spares and is one of only 3 marina’s on the Island where there is a yard where your boat can be hauled out of the water and securely stored, but living aboard is an issue so this would be an option only if we are going to be away. The marina is huge, the water clear all the way to the sandy bottom 9m down and warm, swimming off the back of the boat is a reality, we just have to be careful of tender boats zooming around in between.

In the first week we found a local SIM that apparently works through most of the Caribbean with a good rate for data – buy 3Gig get 6 free, we are connected once more. We visited Fedex and managed to organise collection and delivery of Kevin’s new British passport, he is now trying to develop a liking for cucumber sandwiches and warm beer, ha ha, which prompted a mini celebration at the yacht club overlooking the Carenage (the name is derived from the practice of careening or beaching sailing vessels for maintenance) and St Georges Harbour. Graeme and Michelle had decided to return to South Africa via Atlanta and as there is only one flight per week, on a Saturday, to Atlanta from Grenada, they had time to be tourists and we really enjoyed sampling the rum and chocolate they brought back from their Island Tour.

A fun thing about cruising is meeting fellow cruisers again, or sometimes just the yacht, as is the case with Irene, a catamaran that we knew in Richardsbay that is now sailing to Australia with a new lovely young family on board. We had heard of them as they were just ahead of us and had spent time in St Helena, Ascension and Cabedelo with our other cruising friends so it was great to wake up to find them anchored right next to us and to finally meet them, lovely people.

Taster trays of craft beer & cider
Farewell drinks
A tremendous discovery was the West Indies beer company, a craft beer brewery with around 12 different draught beers on offer and 5 draught ciders, a short distance from Prickly Bay. Coupled with reasonably priced food it was a good place for farewell festivities the night before Graeme and Michelle left.

Boat things then took preference, a good clean was required but being on anchor fresh water is not in abundance, we make fresh water pretty regularly but this requires clean water and the battery to be well charged which requires solar power and we need water for showers, laundry and drinking too, luckily our time in Cape Town with water restrictions paid off, we however felt for Toyer who used to clean our boat and the hard work he had when the water was cut off. We also put to rest a couple of issues we picked up on the way, we count ourselves very fortunate that our preparations left us with very little that could give us headaches. We ended up with the following issues :
It wasn't easy to seal from the outside!

1.      A waterline portlight in the port rear cabin gave new meaning to wet dreams – it has now been well and truly sealed closed until we can source a new one to replace it



2.      The port manual bilge pump’s casing broke and it was leaking back into the bilge causing the alarm to sound. Again a temporary fix is in place until we can get a new one.

Manual bilge pump tied together
with rope for now...

3.      A number of the saloon table top’s mounting screws have stripped, will need a redesign

4.      The self ignitor on the stove is now a selective self-ignitor, only lighting one plate and the oven/grill, needs replacing when we can find one, meantime we have gas lighters

5.      One or two port lights might drip and two through deck mounts have leaks and need more sika
Nearly the departure of our tender

6.      The clips at the end of the chains holding the tender boat on broke open, this was almost a disaster, fortunately Michelle spotted the issue before the tender boat went on its own journey.



And as with anything the list of changes/modifications/improvements has grown to two pages again, to be done….

Tugs trying to pull her off the rocks
The barge with the backactor
The destructive power of nature and more especially the ocean was made clear once more when a beautiful 58 foot Catana, a crewed charter catamaran 

broke its mooring and ended up on the rocks behind us. It was heartbreaking to watch how quickly the pounding waves engulfed her making less of her visible daily and despite late but valiant efforts by two small tugs to try to 
dislodge her, she was stuck fast and they merely succeeded in making the holes bigger, hastening her demise. 


You'd never know this was a beautiful catamarn
Eventually a barge with a backactor on board was brought in to manhandle her off the rocks, drag her on board in large chunks and eventually dump her in the marina at Clarkes Court to salvage whatever is still useable.



Grenada has an interesting history – the Spanish named it after the green hills in Grenada, Spain’s Andalusia. The English kept the name and tried to colonise the Island, but the Caribs, many of whom were cannibals, ate some of the invaders and threw the rest back into the sea. Then the French arrived, they were better prepared and bargained for the island with trinkets and alcohol. Once they got over their hangovers the Caribs realised they had been cheated and fought back. The French hung on and eventually had the Caribs penned on the edge of a high cliff on the North Coast and rather than surrender they jumped into the sea. When I asked Cutty a tour guide about this he said, that’s the French story, who knows, maybe they shot them all and threw them over – there doesn’t seem to be much love lost for the French. With no more Caribs, the battle for the Island was once more between the French and the English, with it definitively becoming English in 1783, the only remains of the French are the names of a few villages and headlands.

City centre St George
View of St George & the Carenage from the top of the hill
The Island is divided up into 6 Parishes, St George, St David, St Andrew, St John, St Mark and St Patrick – they celebrate St Patrick’s day with purpose. The English elevated local churches to Parish status and renamed them and with the borders already having been well defined the people simply took on the names of the churches.
Surrounded by chocolate and all things good
Chocolate & coffee @ the Museum, nutmeg icecream is my
new favourite








St George is the Capital and most populated/commercial. We explored the town finding the fish market which, while open daily, does the majority of its sales on a Saturday, also the local produce market where the spicy aromas of nutmeg, cinnamon, mace, cloves and others fill the air and all you can think of is pancakes, reinforcing Grenada’s reputation as the Spice Island. A trudge up a very long hill was rewarded with a breath-taking view of St George and the Carenage and then coffee and cake at the Chocolate Museum.
St George University
Just before leaving Prickly Bay we explored the little area of True Blue Bay next door, home to St George’s University, a top centre of International Education with students from 140 countries and of course with students goes good cheap food and drink with “container park” a number of casual dining restaurants in containers serving a mixture of fare from various countries, including some not bad sushi. 
Sushi @ container park

On the other side of True Blue bay is the beautiful True Blue Boutique resort and if the name conjures up $$$ you would be right a beautiful setting but a one drink stop.

True Blue Resort
From here we attended a wine tasting at a bowling alley, never trust Google maps, we walked nearly 1 hour out of our way before finding it, but the walk was most interesting as we ended up marching right through the middle of the local residential area, how they must still be laughing at us red faced, sweaty tourists. 
Wine Tasting

The wine tasting was special – the company imports South African wines so we got to sample some really good export Van Loveren wines and the promise of discount if we order some.

Next was some more adventuring so we weighed anchor and set off for the next anchorage, Secret Harbour….

Sunset tender boat trip - Prickly Bay




Tuesday, 26 February 2019

25 January – 23 February 2019 (Cabedelo, Brazil – Grenada, via French Guiana)

Loving the Island life....

Rob's tender sail boat
Cabedelo from the river

We had been given an intense knowledge transfer session by our buddy Rob, he had been there for, he thinks, 2 – 3 weeks and is still having fun. With spinning heads we tried to remember the pertinent info - the train only runs from Joao Pesso (the capital of the state of Paraiba – the Province we were situated in) to Cabedelo (a rather sleepy commercial port at the entrance to the Paraiba river), we are in the middle, almost impossible to get lost. Shops and a beach for swimming are around 2.5kms walk away, the river is muddy and dirty and you don’t want to be putting any body parts in it if possible, also, we are in Jacare Village, Jacare means alligator and Rob swears he saw one in the river, well either an alligator, or a turtle, he’s not sure…
The silo's of Cabedelo
Pregnant daughter
and famous caiparinha's
There are “Noseeum’s” (No-see-um’s – literally – bugs that bite but are so minute you cannot see them, the bite is itchy at first, then forms a blister, then a scab), they are apparently immune to just about every insect repellent, Rob says he slaps tabard on while the shower water is still running because as soon as it is off he is eaten alive. Fortunately they seem to only be on land so the boat is safe and sunset/sunrise are their hunting times.
Fishing Village this
There is a night market just down the road that begins at 15:00 every day. The lady in the house next door does laundry cheaper than at the Marina and after dark the unassuming little gazebo outside her house becomes a kebab and caipirinha joint run by her pregnant daughter.
The Real is +/- 4 to 1 to the Rand and beer is 2Reals each in the supermarket and 4Reals each in the marina, but most things are fairly cheap and compare favourably with RSA prices.
Intriguing outboards on the fishing
boats
Gas refills can be done but are expensive – what is it with gas??? It cost us 65Reals to fill our 5kg cylinder, less than half the price of St Helena so guess we got off light. We use gas extensively while sailing, for cooking and boiling water for tea/coffee and washing dishes.
Best not to put body parts in the water -
Rob cleaning his boat
Rob also suggested we should meet the owners of the pretty little yacht behind us, everyone does, usually by dragging anchor and ending up meeting them by accident (anchor is dropped and depending on the amount of chain, type of anchor, setting procedure and bottom composition, mud or sand, etc, either the anchor sets and the yacht doesn’t move or, as is the subject for good yachting stories, you come back to a marina to find your yacht has taken itself and the offending anchor off on a trip, hopefully without damage to itself or anything else).
The first Brazilian we met was the Marina manager, Nicholas (aka Manuel – Kevin’s nick name for him). The second was the lovely lady who runs the laundry. Still have no idea what her name is, in fact we have no idea of one word she said, ever, not even in sign language. 
We do however know that she is not shy to charge to do laundry.  
The Marina building is simple, pleasant and sufficient, a small kitchen with a 7 dish menu, pizza (came recommended and was good), meat, fish, calamari, chicken, hamburger and chips, only pizza was always available, the rest on order a day in advance.
 The beers were cold and caipirinha’s flow (a Brazilian drink made from Cachaca liqueur, limes and lime juice and ice) living up to their South African nickname “kop r eina” or in English “damn sore head” which is usually a direct result from 2 or more. 

A number of wooden tables and chairs spread around, a couple of comfy chairs and a room with a lounge suite, gents and ladies bathrooms with cold water showers and I never thought I would hear myself say this, but, we were all so grateful for those cold showers!!! 3 Hammocks hanging from trees outside for afternoon siestas, or in case you cannot make it home after the caipirinhas, a wall of books to swop or read from, the laundry and a small yard out back to haul out boats if necessary, throw in wifi - perfect.

Joao Pesso City Centre
First thing on the agenda was a data sim for the router on the yacht so Anthony at Current Automation could log into our battery management system and change a setting to enable our battery to charge 100%. Best way into town, Uber, they have it and it works well. Town is Joao Pesso, it is the third oldest city in Brazil, founded in 1585 and is also known as the city where the sun rises first because it is the easternmost city in the Americas. It is often referred to as “the second greenest in the world” with more than 7 square kilometres of forest land, second only to Paris, France. In 2017 Joao Pesso received the title of “Creative City” by UNESCO. We found TIM, the local cell phone agents and by a stroke of luck someone who spoke some English and who made it clear that if we needed to recharge the data we would have to come back and see him. Purchasing what can only be described as the Brazilian equivalent to KFC for lunch was fun, these Brazilians are really animated when it comes to charades and sign language and they also believe, like Kevin, that the best way to communicate with foreigners is to speak louder and slower so conversations are deafening, take forever and still no one knows what was said. For a while Kevin took to adding an “O” to the end of his words fondly believing it made them sound Portuguese, thankfully he soon realised it wasn’t working.
Then Uber back to Intermares beach, also known as “mar dos macacos” or “sea of monkeys”. As the waves here are really strong, this is popular as a surfers beach. We bought an ice cold beer each from the mobile surfers food and drinks kiosk and settled down under the palm trees to cool down and quench our thirsts. The southern part of the beach is a turtle breeding ground and there are statues of turtles everywhere. Intermares is the closest and most varied shopping in proximity to Jacare and we walked the length of the main road to see what was available. Pharmacies are very popular, almost one on every corner, there were a choice of 3 supermarkets, one butcher and one baker. All alcohol is sold in the supermarkets, no need for bottlestores. 
Back to the Marina and after a catch up over a couple of drinks,
 we ended up doing caipirinhas and kebabs at the gazebo next door for dinner, a long day.



Dinner for 6?
There is a fresh produce market on Saturday mornings in Cabedelo, so we were on the train at 08:15, together with many locals and vendors all heading to the same market. To quote a fellow yachtie “a visit to Jacare is not complete without a ride on the local train.” There are two trains, one a battered old thing, two a slightly less battered old thing with aircon, we were lucky enough to get this one both ways, it travels along a single track which was installed to carry sugar from inland to the Port of Cabedelo. The most reassuring thing about it is the security guards, looking like they have stepped right out of the movie “Men in Black”, one in each carriage. At the same time, the most disturbing thing is the thought that they actually need all those guards.

Pastel vendor
The market is a 7 day per week affair but on Saturdays it comes alive with tons of fresh produce, all the fruit and vegetables the region has to offer and there is loads, some of it we have never seen before. On the way in we got our first taste of Pastel’s a deep fried flour and water pastry pie (not unlike Chinese bow tie pastry) with various fillings, from a street vendor. 
These guys were so much cooler in
the mud!!
We decided that he was so busy his wares must be good and we weren’t disappointed. We were fortunate not to see live meat but believe they are usually there, it was bad enough to see a huge tower of large live mud crabs for sale, stocked up on some cheese and good fresh veg for the week at really good prices, although I got royally ripped off over 2 cauliflowers 23Reals (R92 for 2), must have seen us coming and I realised my charades as well as Google translate are not of much use, either the dialect is not the same or the vendors can’t all read, but I bought a large bag of home made curry powder which has turned out to be either Paprika or Cayenne Pepper, no idea how to tell the difference.

Flooded street
Nasty offending red boat
By the time we got back to our station the wind was blowing around 20kts from an odd angle and the rain was coming down in torrents. The streets were ankle deep in water as we high tailed it back to the marina to be met by Eric and his question – weren’t you on your boat just now? It was all over in the channel. A dash across to Maxscene in the tender to find poor drenched Rob in his undies, just killing the motors having chucked fenders over the sides and reversing us off the abandoned red boat in front of us which we had just had a coming together with. We had a little too much chain out and the wind had pushed us, with quite a bit of force onto the red boat, sadly we came off worst, the lens of our starboard navigation light missing and a chunk taken out of the fibreglass that will need repairing asap. We then opted for safety, upped anchor and moved quite far away from all the anchored yachts.

Beach front Joao Pesso
Blue mosaic tiles add character
Monday saw Kevin and I back in Joao Pesso at the TIM shop once more, computer updates had put paid to the data on our sim, only this time there was no one with even a semblance of an English word so lots of slow, loud, conversation with furiously fast typing on google translate resulted in another data recharge, have to give Kevin his due, he never gives up. 
The beach full of bodies
Our reward was a really interesting 12km walk along the beach back to Intermares, with a pit stop for lunch and an ice cold beer. Along the way we passed the holiday hub, umbrellas and bronze scantily clad bodies as far as the eye could see, soaking up sea and sun. Walking past buildings, we noticed the use of imagination when it comes to coloured tiles is boundless, instead of painting surfaces to brighten them up these walls are covered in bright mosaic tiles of all shapes and with all patterns and anything goes.







Graeme and Michelle caught the train to Cabedelo and did much the same, walking back along the beach stopping for beer, a crab for lunch and coconut (lost in translation, they actually asked for a coke) – a standard drink here, green coconuts are chilled then handed to you with the top cut off and a straw inserted to drink the genuine coconut water contents. 

Sunset at Jacare beach is a real tourist affair. Every day for around 30 years, saxophonist Jurandy do Sax has been coming down to the river, climbing into a canoe and, standing, is rowed around between the boats, to the delight of tourists and locals alike, whilst playing Rafels Bolero on his saxophone. We heard it every night and whilst it’s not for everyone, I never tired of it, it just seemed so romantic and surreal. 
Thankfully only croc we saw

At the same time the Jacare night market takes place on the banks of the river, from 15:00 to late and how lovely to find a market that has none of the usual Chinese or plastic goods, this is all genuine hand made local fare, from clothes to jewellery to trinkets to food. 
Painting clothes


Waffle house
Interesting to watch a man painting clothes while you wait, each garment unique and the waffle house was my favourite with its beautiful garden. 


Dinner at the Tree Tops restaurant afterward was a most reasonable affair and the décor was hilarious.

While on anchor we had a little visitor swim over from the mangroves behind, a little juvenile iguana, apparently popular as pets because they are such beautiful colours, but not easy to find food for. Life on anchor at Jacare Marina was interesting, most days at 16:00 the big “booze cruisers” would come past, full of party revellers, music blaring and dancing to the shouts of Oppah. There was one that, every night, got a private sax and violin rendition as Jurandy and a violinist would perform on board before he alighted into his canoe for the sunset ritual. 
Also Jacare is the home of the toys of the “nouveau riche”, power boats of all shapes and sizes that, mainly on weekends, zoom around carrying scantily clad nubile young girls and guys, playing loud music and drinking. The only really irritating thing was they were never very considerate with their wake and we would often have to catch things as we rolled around.


When in Rome…. Well here in Brazil Pichana is big (pronounced pee-con-ya) this cut of meat is the “Rump cap”. We had been introduced to it by our friend Craig a couple of years ago and loved it. Traditionally it is rolled in rock salt and grilled on coal or gas and Kevin did just that, it was delicious.

Provisioning took a full day again (we discovered one of the supermarkets down the road offers a hefty discount on a taxi trip back to the marina if you spend over 250Reals), the next leg of our journey is scheduled to take around 25 days from Cabedelo to Grenada and while we will make a brief 1 – 2 day rest stop in French Guiana, we are not sure what if anything we can purchase there. This was followed by a farewell dinner at Marina Jacare, calamari for me and steak for the rest, the food was great and the Chilean wine most quaffable.
Last supper at Jacare

Unfortunately the next day Kevin came down with something stomach bug like with really high fever, we delayed our departure for 6 hours to make sure he was up to the trip, then the next day was my turn so it was obviously something contagious and really horrid, we took days to get back to full strength, thankfully it stopped with us.  Between that and seasickness our provisions will last longer as we were all happy with tinned soup and fruit for a couple of days.


Got Bird Pocket guide, this is a Brown
Noddy
Still unidentified....
Conditions along this leg are very different, the wind is now from the East and thus we get it beam on, no longer the gentle champagne sailing where the spinnaker flew off the front and the wind filled in from the back and the sea was fairly flat and calm. Now the spinnaker is in bed, the genoa and main are in use and well reefed, as we heard of a catamaran being dismasted by a squall in the same area as we are about to sail past, only a couple of weeks ago and we are all on avid storm watch on the radar. 
The sea is much lumpier and the slamming, which is unique and considered by some to be a downside to a catamaran, is loud and clear. We’ve had a gull and a little wagtail like bird (still didn’t get that bird book) take refuge with us on stormy nights and the best was a magnificent display by dolphins during the first couple of days when there was no wind at all.
Crossing the equator was a major achievement/event. Graeme and Michelle really put in an effort as they had been looking forward to this for ages, they made a Trident and crown for Graeme to wear during his toast of thanks, 


then Neptune got his bottle of champagne and as we were hove to, two at a time we jumped into that beautiful, warm, blue water for a swim, Graeme and Michelle in the nick.

Crossing from Brazilian to French waters
After 12 days it was a most pleasant respite to arrive at Iles du Salut, a group of 3 Islands approximately 9Nm off the coast of French Guiana, originally named the Triangle Islands, then the Salvation Islands. 
During the colonisation of Guiana in 1763 – 1764 the Kourou expedition to settle the territory of Guiana was poorly prepared and many colonists died from disease and difficult living conditions. While waiting to be repatriated to France the survivors gathered together on the Islands, hence their name the Salvation Islands. Then in May 1854 when penal colonies were closed at the ports on the French mainland, several forced labour colonies were set up abroad, the most notorious being in Guiana. The Islands were for criminals of France. 
The main part of the penal colony was a labour camp along the border with Dutch Guiana (now Suriname) and included the three Islands, Ile du Diable (Devils Island), Ile Royale (the largest) and Ile Saint Joseph (known as the silent Island because of the solitary confinement cells) and was controversial as it had a reputation for harshness and brutality. Prisoner-on-prisoner violence was common, sanitary systems were limited and tropical diseases were rife.
In 1854 France passed a new law of forced residency. It required convicts to stay in French Guiana after completion of sentence for a time equal to their sentence time. If the original sentence exceeded 8 years, they were forced to stay as residents for the remainder of their lives and were provided land to settle on.
Devils Island from Ile Royale -
the cable car from here was the only
access
Devil’s Island became one of the most infamous prison systems in history, a number of escapes from which have been turned into novels, one escapee Henri Charriere wrote the famous Papillon which was later made into a movie.
 




Mark arrived...
Thankfully what we found bore very little resemblance to these troubled times. We anchored in the bay just off Ile Royale, the very muddy waters, apparently from rivers on the mainland, teeming with turtles, fish and eagle rays. We arrived right behind one of the boats from a breakaway group of 7 of the Oyster Rally, they are on the last leg of their 2.5 year circumnavigation. Just after we dropped anchor, in skidded a junk rigged mono hull, flying the South African flag and registered in Saldanha Bay. Within 30 mins of dropping anchor, the very capable single-handed sailor Mark had secured his yacht, dropped his tender boat and rowed over to say hi. He left South Africa to do a circumnavigation in 3 years, 3.5 years later he hasn’t left the Brazilian coast yet and is loving it, guess that’s what cruising is all about. He stayed for dinner, think our biltong (yes we still have some left), fish, salad and cold beers were more appealing than his staple cream crackers and coffee, hard life being a single handed sailor.
Us & the Oysters

And Mark left....
Iguana
Next morning we had the full contingent of Oyster yachts, Mark had had enough of being rocked around from 4am as the tide streamed in through the channel formed by Ile Royale and Ile St Joseph had us bouncing around like we were at sea, and decided to head for Kourou main land French Guiana and we went to do some Island exploration. The museum depicts Ile Royale as being a barren, desolate island populated by the prison and buildings and some crops. 
Agouti
Capuchin Monkey
Thankfully nature does indeed take back as we found a beautiful lush green island, an abundance of palms, mango trees, tropical plants and flowers growing over and through the ruins of the islands unhappy past and some interesting fauna. A little animal that looks like a cross between a squirrel and a Dassie, apparently called an Agouti, beautiful Iguana’s and Capuchin monkeys that look like old men.


There is a hotel with various types of accommodation, from dorm rooms to chalets, all are restored buildings from many years ago. The creepiest had to be the rooms at the entrance to the building housing the prison cells. 

Dank smelling, dingy, very little, dark, one cot rooms, instant claustrophobia! We found the restaurant and treated ourselves to cold beer and baguettes, not cheap but worth the experience.

The next day we took the opportunity to get 
some maintenance done, replace spreader light bulbs, seal a leaking portlight, attempt to find the issue with a manual bilge pump – still needs to be resolved, then a dip in the water with scrubbing brushes to get rid of the last of the growth and stains from the Paraiba river. After a wizz past Ile St Joseph we realised there was no disembarking there with our own tender boat, so back to Ile Royale and beer and baguettes for the road, we even bought a couple to freeze for the next leg of our journey.
Lots of supervision

This is why we don't sail on a mono hull
the last Oyster boat leaving the Islands
Bright and early Monday morning we left the anchorage with the last of the Oyster boats and we were heading to Barbados, humming that silly song and tasting that pizza we had promised ourselves. The thing about cruising is that we need to be flexible and open to change at any time, we do after all travel with our entire house, including the kitchen sink. Well after 1 day and night of getting thumped and bashed around by a really horrid sea state, high wind and very large swells from the side and weather predictions for it to worsen by Thursday/Friday, we took a decision to turn left and head for Grenada. The swells and wind are from a better angle on this course, making it a more comfortable trip.

We arrived in Prickly Bay, Grenada on Saturday 23 February to be met with an ice cold bottle of South African Chardonnay and cheery congratulations by friends we made in Saldanha, Karen and Graham on their yacht Red Herring II….



May - August 2021 – St Thomas USVI

  Firstly, Maxscene is no longer the “boat with no name”, she is now called APOTA (All Part Of The Adventure) and we are cautiously optimist...