Last night Brenda and I headed ashore to pick up the last takeout pizza available in Antigua. Perhaps it wasn’t the last but it sure felt like that. I say last because as of midnight last night, all non-essential businesses on the island are closed for at least a week and a 24 hour quarantine is in effect.
Along with every other island in the Caribbean, Antigua has effectively been turned off.
Realizing that our freedom, such as it is, was down to the final hours, a number of our nearby cruising friends decided to get together for one last visit before the new rules went into affect, rafting four dinks together off of one of our boats.
Our thought was that by rafting dinks out in the breeze and not climbing into anyone’s cockpit, we’d be being responsible and still have the opportunity to do some socializing. I expect that it is going to be a while until we are able to enjoy such social activities again. Open air or not, Brenda and I were careful to place our dink upwind from the group.
And, speaking of social distancing, I wonder what a proper caption for this photo might be. “Tony, for God’s sake, I REALLY need some space. Go to your dink.”
And, speaking of confinement, I would not be surprised if the ban is renewed for yet another week as I am not sure what will be accomplished after only a single week given the history of infections spreading elsewhere in the world. The good news is that only a handful of infections have been identified on the island and I understand that they were from passengers on flights from the UK and were discovered promptly. Let’s hope that they have been contained.
I only wish that the US was so diligent about locking things down. The patchwork approach, state by state, does not give me a lot of hope that things will be anything but catastrophic.
It is unnervingly quiet in the harbor today and in spite of dozens of boats anchored here, there has been none of the usual buzz of small outboards speeding around the harbor.
While a lot of the big kids have left for the season, there’s still plenty of hardware in the two mega-yacht marinas.
Everyone has been ordered to stay at home on the island and all cruisers are confined to their boats. Even cruising around the harbor in a dink is prohibited. And, if you wish to move to a different harbor permission you must be specifically granted approval to move by the Antigua Coastguard.
The island-wide lock down was announced two days ago from the office of the Prime Minister to give everyone time to adjust and prepare for the new rules.
The day before the announcement, Brenda and I made our last trip to get groceries, which I wrote about in a prior post, and while that experience was unnerving enough, it was only a dress rehearsal for what happened at the same grocery the day that the shutdown was announced.
By the next morning there was a line of some 200 shoppers waiting outside the market in Jolly Harbor when it opened, mostly locals, and there seemed to be little concern for any sort of social distancing, with everyone crammed close to each other while waiting to be allowed to enter the store. Scary stuff.
A local friend told me today that the lock down was announced because nobody seemed to be taking the threat seriously on their own.
Yesterday we moved from Jolly Harbor, to where we are now, Falmouth, knowing that it was “now or never” if we wanted to change our location. We did this for a number of reasons, not the least of which was that we could not run our water maker in Jolly as the water there has a very fine silt that clogs the filters in short order.
Another reason is that Jolly Harbor is much more exposed to waves and the forecast calls for a north swell to come into the harbor, beginning in a few days, which would make it very uncomfortable. And, lastly, I was a bit put off during the morning VHF cruisers net yesterday, listening to cruisers lecturing other cruisers for not adhering to the restrictions in quite the right way. In particular, one complaint was that some cruisers were touring the harbor, stopping to talk to friends while standing alongside. Ok I get it but it’s hard to imagine infecting someone from 6 feet away with a 10kt breeze blowing between you.
So we headed off to Falmouth, a really nice harbor. So nice in fact, that the British used it as their primary commercial port for over 100 years when the Navy was in control of nearby English Harbor. Fortunately, we were able to take advantage of the light winds and the final day before all boats are to be locked down to make our way here. Our plan, subject to change, is to remain here until we have a clear plan for making our way north to the US.
One of the things that I most enjoy doing when visiting Falmouth, pre-lock-down has been to tour the harbor (and I took these photos yesterday, before the restrictions were in place) and look at all the great yachts. Antigua is often referred to as the Sailing Capital of the Caribbean and is surely THE place for huge sailing yachts to hang out for the winter. And while a lot of them have already left to head back to Europe, the harbor is still packed with all manner enormous yachts.
So, in a time with so much bad news, I enjoyed touring and photographing a few of these beauties. Here goes…
A yacht that I have admired for a number of years now is Meteor, docked for much of the season here in Falmouth. Launched in in the Netherlands in 2007, she is a thoroughly modern classic. This photo of her doesn’t begin to do her justice.
This short video shows how amazing she is. And you would expect amazing for $30,000,000. Brenda would happily shelter here in their salon. There’s even room for a small loom. However, I expect that the crew would freak out when she began scattering bits of yarn and fuzz around her on that beautiful white carpet.
Indeed, a proper place for a nap. And we all know that Brenda loves a good nap.
Still want to see more about Meteor? Follow this link. You can even charter her. How much? As was once said, “if you have to ask, you can’t afford her”. I remember racing against her in Newport a few years ago when we were invited aboard Marie for a few days of racing. I wrote about that magical experience in this post.
Another yacht that I have long admired is Bystander, launched in 2007. She is the “tender” to the Classic J yacht Velsheda, launched in 1933. Bystander was designed to look the part of a proper 30s yacht. She is a regular here in Falmouth.
Beautiful from any angle.
Brenda would love the galley.
And, if the chef chased here out, the engine room is clean enough to eat in. An awkward segue I’ll admit but I wanted to use the photo.
Of course, she was designed to shadow the owner’s sailboat, Velsheda, launched in 1933, one of the iconic classic Js. I am sure that she is in the harbor but I don’t have any photos of my own to post. There’s more information at her site if you’re interested. Imagine what it costs to keep a yacht of this scale and age, nearly 100 years old, in perfect condition.
Bystander is described as an “escort vessel” offering the comforts that perhaps Velsheda doesn’t have. Sure, if you say so. To me, it seems a stretch to imagine that her amenities are anything but luxurious.
I have mentioned in past posts that a new trend among the uber-wealthy yachting set is to have “shadow vessels” to carry all their toys so they can avoid cluttering up the “mother ship” with all manner of stuff. I have posted about Garcon, a shadow yacht that’s been here in Antigua for several months now. Her name, I imagine, grows out of Garcon as in “Garcon, please fetch me another mint julep”.
It appears that they were getting everything ready to head out yesterday, the chopper all set and covered for being at sea.
Not certain, but Alpha Nero at 270′ long, featuring 4,000 square feet of living space, seems like the only yacht in the marina big enough to have or need a shadow yacht. She features a large pool on the aft deck that can be converted to a landing pad for the chopper, by virtue of a hydraulically lifting bottom. “Garcon, please fetch my chopper from Garcon”.
She is owned, you guessed it, by a Russian, Andrey Guryev, who made his fortune in phosphate.
So, this morning, off went the “mother ship”. Garcon isn’t here now so I guess she left earlier and I missed her departure. Interestingly, when a large yacht leaves the harbor for the season her horn is blown loudly and the remaining yachts salute her in kind. In the silence of this morning, the salutes were particularly obvious.
It’s hard to really appreciate the scale of these yachts, lined up in a row.
Except when you realize that the “little one” in the middle has someone high up surveying the rigging.
And, “amazing” doesn’t just apply to the huge yachts. This boat says “fast” even tied to a mooring. Shockwave has a vinyl “wrap” and yes, it really is that shiny, even up close. She’s fully carbon and as is the case for so many performance multihulls, was built in France. Check her site out to learn more.
If you, like me, are curious about how you’d go about wraping a complex shape like Shockwave in chrome, check out this video. And, I can tell you, that it looks perfect, even up close. No “ten foot view” required.And, Shockwave isn’t the only speeder in the harbor. Meet UltiMotion.
This is one high-tech machine. I have to wonder how much the windscreen on the right really helps when the going gets rough.
Imagine the loads on the main cross beam when she’s blasting along at 30+ kts. She’s all carbon, I am sure and as I understand it, carbon doesn’t give a lot of warning when it’s going to break, it just explodes into a shower of splinters.
So, here we are, hanging out in Antigua waiting for well, waiting to see what happens next. Good thing that the hurricane season is still two months out.
That’s the good news. The bad news is that today the National Hurricane Center announced that they expect this year’s storms to be “above normal” with four powerful storms.
All the more reason to be sure and get Pandora home. However, we aren’t in a big hurry. Our son Chris is adamant that we not come back too soon. And, as much as his mother doesn’t want to make the 1,000 mile run to Florida, he REALLY doesn’t want her on an airplane ride. His advice, “Mom, this is a once in a hundred years thing so 1,00o miles aboard Pandora really isn’t all that big a deal when you think of it that way.” Not sure Brenda buys that logic.
So, there you have it, we are in Antigua and somebody just closed the Caribbean.
When will the door open so we can go home? I have no idea.
Nobody does.
Montserrat, in the distance, complete with it’s own active volcano.
A couple out for a bit of early morning SUPing.
Yes, all of this is wonderful but for us, but much different than in past winters, when we spent time with friends and could predict, with certainty, when and how we would be heading home in the spring. After 7 winter seasons afloat, we have more or less, gotten into a pattern and one that has been predictable, until now.
As awkward as it is to be stuck here in Antigua, just about everyone we talk to in the US feels that we are much safer here. It seems that in the US, every day brings increasingly bad news, with little improvement in sight.
A reminder, a school of tiny fish in the shallows, that life goes on, virus or not.
And its been great to have a beach nearby with decent shelling. A pretty nice haul.
We’ll have to come up with some sort of craft project to do with our granddaughter Tori using these shells. I expect that Rhett and Emme are too young and would just try to eat them, so perhaps not a good idea just yet. Perhaps in a year when they are three.
We are now sitting aboard Pandora for a two week quarantine hoping that the island will open up soon. However, given the risk of infection at any point, we are effectively quarantined indefinitely, here or at home when that day finally arrives.
As of yesterday, Saturday, all hotels and most businesses are shuttered and all flights bringing people to Antigua have been stopped. A few flights are still coming in empty to pick up travelers that wish to return home. However, that is not an option for me and Brenda as it would not be wise to leave Pandora here during the hurricane season.
Frankly, it would be so appealing to just put Pandora on the hard and jump on a plane to the US. However, with the constant stream of bad news coming out of the US we are probably a lot safer here than at home. Additionally, with deductibles for losses in hurricane zones so high, I doubt that we’d be in a position to replace Pandora if the need were to arise, something that I’d prefer not to think about. However, given our predicament, I am afraid to have Brenda weigh in on all that.
It’s lovely and in different times we’d be heading ashore for a drink or dinner. However, now there is nobody there except one or two security guards keeping an eye on things.
I had left the boards in Dominica when we left as I was at a loss on how I was going to secure them down below so that they would not shift underway. With lots of sensitive electronics and equipment under the cockpit, where I wanted to store them, I needed to be absolutely certain that they would not come loose in rough conditions. After a few hours I had secured the wood in the locker under the cockpit. It was a hot sweaty job. Yes, it was that tight back there.
Getting three 5.5′ long boards through that tiny opening was no simple feat. 

I expected them to order me to head further offshore as I had heard that transiting vessels were required to honor their territorial waters, 12 miles out. They didn’t say a word. Hearing nothing, I decided to reach out to them and explained that we had no plans to stop and were in transit for Antigua. Their answer, “please pass to our stern”. We did.
When the sun goes down I enjoy being on the water even more as it’s cool and there isn’t much to worry about with most boats in port. We saw a lot of squalls in the distance but none passed us to wash the salt off.
After our two day run, with a stop in Dominica to rest, we pulled into St John Harbor, normally used by commercial shipping only.
There wasn’t a lot of activity in what is usually a very busy port.
Containers were being lifted off of the one ship in port, one of several that arrive here from Miami each week. Some of the locals have expressed anxiety that shipments of food may be disrupted by the increased quarantine. So, far, so good.
When we are underway for distances that go beyond day sailing between islands, we put our dink on deck. Securing things properly is quite a process involving full deflation and securing it carefully with straps and ties. When we arrived in St John we had to re-launch to get ashore for customs and immigration.
We had heard from friends, who cleared in a few weeks ago, that it was quite difficult to get ashore as the docks are set up for cruise ships, not small private boats. They had to scramble up tall ladders onto the dock. Until recently, cruisers were able to clear into other harbors but in order to have better control over arrivals, the government has designated St John as the only place to clear in. They set up a convenient containment area and clearly brand new, floating dock to tie up to.
We aren’t the only ones “sheltering” here in Antigua. How about this yacht Joy. I doubt that they feel all that bad being forced to hang out aboard.
How about a bit of fun on the water slide, day sailor, jet ski, you name it.
A round of basketball on the bow?
Brenda often says that her “natural state is asleep”. How about this as a perfect spot for a nap or…
All rested? I expect that they won’t be eating Ramen noodles for dinner any time soon. “Jasper, please fetch me a margarita, on the rocks and a glass of champagne for the little lady.”
According to the official Joy website, the owner Sameer Gehlaut is a business owner from Mumbai India and when he commissioned the yacht, launched in 2016, his brief was to “create something different than any other yacht”.
So, back aboard Pandora. At least the view from aboard Joy isn’t any nicer than this. It’s a beautiful place. I just wish it was under different circumstances.
So, that’s the news from Pandora. Quarantined in Antigua for now but who knows what the future will bring.
And we are still here. That’s what Brenda and I decided yesterday about our plan to head north from Rodney Bay to the USVIs to hook up with the Salty Dawg Homeward Bound flotilla to the US.
You could shoot off the proverbial cannon here and not hit anyone.
A week ago, this place was packed.
A lone kitty making the rounds.
This sign about sums it up.
So, here we sit, probably safe from infection given the fact that just about everyone is gone so “social distancing” is not a problem.
I put these little colored plastic pieces in between the links, every 25′, a different color pattern marking each segment. I’m pretty sure I won’t be able to keep track of which color pattern is for which length but I should be able to at least count each marked link, 25′, 50′, 75′. Let’s hope that I can still add and that the pieces don’t fall out. Time will tell, about those pieces and my continued ability to count.
As of this afternoon, Monday, I have finished all of the chores that I can think of, including multiple visits to the market to accumulate provisions for a month and several trips to the fuel dock to be sure that all our tanks are full, not knowing when or if, we will be able to get more. The dink is well secured on deck and things feel about right to me for us to head out.
In a normal year, Brenda and I would probably be heading to Antigua to enjoy all of the fun surrounding the Classic Yacht Regatta, a spectacular assembly of beautiful yachts from all over the world. Following that would be the Antigua Race Week and then Brenda would fly home. In late April crew would fly in, and I’d be heading back to CT with Pandora, non-stop, passing about 100 miles to the west of Bermuda, a fairly straight run home.
Most of the islands in the Caribbean have put in place increasingly tight restrictions and they are getting progressively more aggressive every day.
And, a beautiful view of the nearby mountains.
The fact is that things are really heating up in the US, with a reported 40% increase in virus cases in just one day. And, yesterday the State Department said something like “Come home now or plan to stay where you are for the indefinite future!” Not very helpful for anyone who’s on a “slow boat to, well, somewhere…”
There was no way that I was going to be able to install the new fridge to the left of the watermaker so the watermaker was moved to the other side of the workshop. This is how it was prior to the move.
Thanks to Brenda for suggesting that I move the unit there. It’s not completely installed yet but is getting close. A working watermaker will be critical if we can’t go ashore for the next few weeks at least.
The installation of the new fridge unit only took a few hours under the able guidance of our refrigeration tech, Prudent. Now I know why he came so highly recommended by other cruisers.
Although, I’ll admit that seeing an “open flame” as he soldered the pipes did give me pause for thought.
Here we are, with the new fridge purring away and using much less electricity than the last one. It’s a very nice piece of equipment, even if it did take three months to get to u. However, now it’s all done and was worth the wait.
What’s next? It seems that after two weeks of back and forth we have decided to head for the American Virgin Islands where we will likely hook up with other cruisers heading to the US on what will likely be billed as a “flotilla” of cruisers with the support of the Salty Dawg Sailing Association, a group that I serve on the board of and act as port officer for our fall rally to Antigua.
Our little flower and herb garden.
And yes, we think we have enough toilet paper. At least we think we do. No, better check…
And, all of this brings me back to the question of where is the best place to be during a Zombie Apocalypse or, in this case, an outbreak of Coronavirus. So, with that in mind, I decided to do a bit of research and here is what I found.
Here’s Pandora all snug and tied up.
Just about everywhere we go we are approached by locals who offer to do work on our boat. Here I hired a guy, one of many that approached me, to clean Pandora from top to bottom. A key part of this was to polish the stainless, which had gotten a bit dingy and spotty over the last few months.
And speaking of the paint job. My new paint took a turn for the worse when a young couple ran into me with a small Hobie catamaran from the nearby Sandals resort out in the bay, where we anchored the first night when we arrived in St Lucia. It was quite windy and they lost control of the boat as they raced along near Pandora. In spite of my fending them off twice, they finally rammed me and put some nasty scrapes on the aft port quarter that will have to be repaired when I get home. Those who need service parts may consider visiting sites like
Once we arrived where he wanted to anchor, we both backed down to set his anchor. Cruisers helping cruisers and boat repair for yet another in exotic places.
Setting aside the inevitable damage, 0ne of the fun parts of cruising is seeing friends along the way, some new and some from prior years. This season we have been buddy-boating with a number of couples and in particular, Bill and Maureen on Kalunamoo, who we first met on our initial trip down the Intra Coastal Waterway our first year out in 2012.
It’s pretty amazing that everywhere we go there is someone we know. This is a photo of the group that we were with for several weeks. We had the gang over for drinks on our last night kin Martinique before everyone headed their own way.
And when we aren’t hanging out with friends, it’s, you guessed it, boat repair in exotic places as I have also been tackling a number of other smaller projects. I’m chipping away at the list and still have a few more to go. However, we have plenty of time as we expect to stay here in the marina for the rest of the week and their is a great ship’s store in the marina.
Each day had a different theme and some participating in the parade showed up with a different costume on each time. This guy was one of the most elaborate and was clearly enjoying himself, mugging it up for the crowd.
This was him the day before. And yes, he knew then that he was fabulous then as well.
Not to be outdone, this was also quite the get-up.
And, from the back, making his best impression on the day of the devil. Oh, you devil, you!
A high point for many participating in the parade was to coat themselves from head to tow with cane syrup, mixed with ashes, a slimy gooey mixture. You could smell them coming. I can only imagine how nasty they must have felt in the heat and humidity.
Earlier in the afternoon, near the beach coating each other from buckets and liberal use of paintbrushes. If it were me, I’d have hightailed it to the beach to wash off after only a few minutes.
The parades, and each day had it’s own theme, was louder and louder with huge crowds lining the route. The procession of revelers went on and on for hours with some groups coming by time and time again. I doubt that this car has much use outside of Carnival.
This rolling “boom box” was just one of many vehicles piled high with speakers, all louder than the last.
And where there is noise, responsible parents do their best to protect the little ones.
“Mommy? Is that man hurt? No honey, he’s just channeling the devil.”
Amazingly, in spite of the throngs, there is very little police presence and unlike the good old USofA where there would be ambulances and firetrucks along with heavily armed troops everywhere, here it was just thousands of people having fun with a minimum of mayhem.
There was also an endless “parade” of spectators dressed for the occasion. I asked if I could take a photo of them. They where thrilled and agreed provided that I took a photo of them with their camera as well. For my money he was a more convincing as a woman than she was as a guy. Perhaps it was her glasses that gave it away. Or was it the vinyl bikini top? Hard to say. Funny how both women and guys want to dress up as a woman and yet, not generally the other way around. “Honey can I wear your jeans? You know, the ones that you wear half falling down below your waist?” Not likely.
“OMG dad, did you see that?”
Again and again the “cane sugar crowd” would pass by. You could always smell them coming. “Hugs, anyone? Hugs? “
And speaking of hot and sticky, I wonder how it feels to be inside this.
Or this.
Real wigs? Only their hairdressers know for sure.
“Does this dress make me look fat Charles?” Only when you aren’t smiling so just shut up and have another beer.”
Do you think they talked that morning before they got dressed? What to wear? What indeed!
Love the hat.
Here kitty, kitty, and a matching purse. Perfect.
Some political statements about pesticide use.
“Yes Mom, I’ll be home soon, I promise. Just out picking up a few groceries.”
This woman would move along a few meters with others in her group and then stop to strike a pose. Something about clay.
Daddy, can I march in the parade next year?
I just love face painting. There were a lot of elaborate costumes, day after day. It’s amazing what you can do with a bit of chiffon and devil horns.
Colors from every part of the rainbow.
And pink, red and pink.
And, of course, what’s better than a guy in drag with horns.
What is a parade without stilts. I’ll bet that the view from up there was terrific.
Loved her headdress.
However, nobody had quite the “stage presence” as this woman. Let’s call her the “Budwiser girl of Martinique”. That’s a LOT, LOT of bottle caps and pull tops.
These guys were into the moment and came by multiple times. If it’s worth parading once, it’s worth doing it again. Besides, wasn’t it once said that “these boots were made for walking…”
I liked this little guy the best. However, I doubt that he will wear this costume when he’s a teenager. Perhaps then he will be in drag just like the rest of his friends and probably his dad. Bumble bee or not, I’ll bet he’s a bit of a devil himself.
Yes, he was having a blast, just like everyone else at this most amazing party.
And a modern city on the other.
Big city or not, the view in the distance is a constant reminder that we are still in the tropics with distant mountains shrouded in clouds and mist.
The harbor is busy and very rolly during the day with a constant stream of ferry boats leaving big wakes and cruise ships, sometimes 5 a day, coming and going.
Yesterday was the first day of carnival, a four day festival of parades and fun that runs though next Wednesday. The fun begins each afternoon at 4:00 and continues well into the we hours with near constant drumming and firecracker detonations late into the night.
This lady was clearly not a newcomer to such events and knew that she was indeed “looking marvelous”.
Not sure what this costume was all about, very elaborate and festooned with with coconuts.
This one was, well, I’m not sure but it was, but it was very elaborate.
And an enthusiastic group with REALLY LOUD drumming.
Many of the children in the group sported these hats. What were they all about? I have no idea.
This young woman was clearly having a great time.
Spectators, many decorated with face paint, lined the route.
But this guy was perhaps the winner. Of course, he, like everyone else, had his smartphone. No pockets I guess.
There was something about going in drag was a common theme. What is it about guys and bikinis? I’ll have to ask Brenda what she thinks. A g-string and feather boa? Is it me?
Umbrellas were clearly a theme for this large and LOUD group.
The noise of this VERY enthusiastic drummer set off Brenda’s Apple watch alert that she was being exposed to damaging noise in excess of 90db.
Clearly feeling the beat, this particularly well put together lady was clearly enjoying herself and posed every few feet for photographers.
This young lady seemed a bit insecure in her costume. Her “get-up”, like many of the others, was so heavy that it had wheels to help her along as well as an “escort” to give her a shove when she was hung up on rough pavement.
Her costume looked vaguely sinister. Perhaps a rain forest queen?
This young woman carried herself in style, never letting her radiant smile fade for even an instant, well perhaps not until she passed us for the third time.
This photo of a mother and daughter pretty much sums up what it was like to be there. I can’t wait till tonight to see what is in store.
And, with all the fun in town the harbor is getting crowded as more cruisers arrive each day. This is what I woke up to this morning after the wind shifted direction over night. And yes, they were as close as that. They were a nice couple from Denmark, taking time off from work to cruise with their two children. Can I borrow a bit of Grey Poupon?
It’s great sport, watching newcomers look for a spot to anchor and it seems that there is always, sort of, room for one more.
It’s pretty clear that the people of Martinique really know how to put on a party. Brenda and I can’t wait to see what tonight will bring.