Anthea had ended our Saturday island tour by saying that she
thought a quiet day aboard might be just the ticket. I was thrilled at the
prospect of not having to keep up with her and of possibly tidying around the
boat a bit.
No such luck.
Sunday dawned, well, like this.
Nevis Peak seen at 6:15 a.m. off Pinney Beach.
After abluting and breaking our fast, the lads prepared to go
ashore, Les to return the rental car and WW to clear us out (after which we’d
have 24 hours to get out of Nevis waters). Anthea announced she’d be going in
after all. She also announced I’d be going in too. So that’s what happened.
We’d decided that, whatever else we achieved on this day, we’d
move Django to the north end of the
island to place us close to the narrows we’d sail through (between Nevis and
St. Kitts) to go home. Oualie Bay was our destination.
We took Grommet ashore
later that morning. WW went into the Customs and Immigration Office in The Cotton Ginnery, the rest of us waited outside for the rental car chappy.
Entrance to the Cotton Ginnery where abides Nevis Customs
and Immigration (upstairs to the left).
Les and Anthea waiting (Anthea's hat has become sad
since our wet ride and the rain of yesterday).
Les unloaded the wheelchair preparatory to its return to Django. Anthea and I considered the spectacularly clear view over to St. Kitts.
The Charlestown, Nevis, harbour front.
Amazingly, you can see the very top of the St. Kitts volcano,
usually cloaked in cloud.
When WW rejoined us, Anthea announced that she wanted to
take a taxi to Oualie Beach. I agreed to go along with her. A nice man with a
taxi (turns out there are some on Nevis) took us off while WW, Les and the wheelchair
went back to Django. They would bring
her up, anchor her, and join us for lunch.
Which is exactly what happened. Anthea and I lolled on the
beach while our men laboured mightily and brought our vessel up. They had a bit
of trouble finding a place to drop anchor, but finally succeeded, and a nice
lunch was had by all.
WW, Anthea and Les: lunch at Oualie Beach.
I opted to swim out to the boat (they’d put it quite
close in) and, presumably inspired by me, WW swam ashore to find out if any ice
was available. We need to prove we are intrepid cruisers from time to time.
After dinner (I think this was lasagne, I believe we
actually had leftover fish pie the night before), we sat in the cockpit
watching evening descend on St. Kitts.
Anthea, Les and WW observe turtles off our stern.
A small plane flying from St. Kitts proved fascinating
to our pilot guests.
WW wanted us to be up about 6 a.m., so we
could leave at first light. In ritual fashion, we were all in bed before 9 p.m.
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