I woke up alone today. And, the boat that bras built.
Yesterday Brenda flew home to CT and I my friend Craig flew in to join me. Don’t get me wrong, Craig is a great guy but I have to say that it was tough for me to say farewell to Brenda as she passed through security at the airport yesterday, knowing that I would not see her again for at least five weeks.
No, it doesn’t take that long to get from “here to there” but it’s sill early in the season and way too cold to be heading to New England. Setting aside the cold conditions, there is also too much of a risk of gales in the north Atlantic for me to leave the Caribbean and head north.
Most cruisers don’t head north until mid May so my plan to leave around the 5th is already cutting it a bit close. However, I am planning to stop in Bermuda, nearly 2/3 of the way home, to be sure that we don’t encounter bad weather as we get to the colder waters north of Bermuda. I’ll work with Chris Parker, our weather router, to determine the best/safest time to sail the remaining 600 or so miles from Bermuda.
Anyway, Brenda’s gone and Craig is here. It’s going to be fun to show Craig all the great spots we’ll stop as we make our way to Antigua where I’ll hang out for a bit waiting for my crew to arrive in early May. There will be plenty to do getting the boat ready and certainly there will be folks around that I can hang out with, but it won’t be the same without Brenda. It’s ironic that the time we are apart, now that I am retired, is longer than we experienced when I was traveling for business.
In an era of tremendously annoying air travel, I sometimes fantasize about what it would be like to travel on a private jet but am completely clear that I will never know what it’s like. If I could, I’d just wing my way home for a week or so and come back to begin the run back. No wait, if I had a plane I’d also have a proper yacht “Bob, Bob, get a grip, you are the only one who is available to bring Pandora north. Get with the plan.” Oh, OK.
Speaking of private jets, we ran into the crew of one of those here at the resort in Margot. It seems that the three of them were hanging out for a few weeks while their employer was vacationing with his family on a nearby island.
So, here’s how the whole private jet thing goes. Imagine going to the airport, having your car pull up to the stairs of your jet and have only to take two steps to the gangway and up you go. The doors close and ten minutes later you are on your way.
Once you land in a far away place, a car shows up a few steps away and whisks you to your final destination. Of course, your luggage follows in yet another car and appears magically at your final destination.
Think that your plans during your three week holiday might change. Changed your mind about spending time with “the wife” and want to find more fun elsewhere ? Not to worry as your jet and crew are on standby and available at a moments notice, waiting to take you to the destination, that liaison, of your choice.
As your departure time arrives, the head stewardess, captain and co-pilot return to the aircraft and prepare if for your arrival, with our without your family. Your choice. They make up the beds and prepare the cabin, catering food and drink, to make your trip back “across the pond” as seamless as possible.
Sounds unbelievable? No really, it happens, as long as you have the coin. You do? Well, this could be you.
Anyway, these same people are the ones that have the magnificent yachts that seem to be in every harbor.
How about the 245′ yacht Cloud 9, launched last may in Italy. It’s owned by Brett Bundy, one of the richest guy in Australia. He has started and sold a number of very successful businesses, some sort of related, to me at least, including one that raises cattle for high end beef production and a company called Bras and Things as just two examples. So, along the way he’s made loads of money, try $650,000,000 or so, some say billions.
Well, Cloud 9 showed up here in Marigot a few days ago, complete with their 25 or so crew. Nicely done Brett.
As they dropped the mooring holding her bow out from the dock, the guy who does such things looked positively insignificant working under the bow.
There are plenty of impressive yachts in this harbor including plenty that are larger than Pandora. However, it’s hard to believe that this yacht even fit.
She’s sports an impressive profile.
As she left the harbor she went by our friends on Endless Summer. Endless Summer isn’t a small yacht but looks tiny-winy compared to Brett’s boat.
The passengers, about 12 in total, verses the 22 crew, looked pretty cool and collected on the afterdeck. We heard that the “charter” included the board of directors of the University of Texas. I sure hope that the university, a state school, didn’t foot the bill for the $800,000 weekly charter fee. I expect not. Perhaps an “in kind” donation to the university. All the guys were wearing matching caps. Hmm…
Not sure what this guy does but he looks really official with his headphones on.
So, off the went into the sunset, bound, we later learned, for the Pitons. The next day Brenda and I stopped there overlooking the harbor where we had taken a mooring only a few weeks prior. The view of the Pitons from so high up was spectacular.
That tiny dot. Cloud 9.
We had a very nice lunch. I wonder what “the board of directors” had? Ours was great. Well, this photo is only of one “course”. We don’t just drink wine all the time. Well, perhaps we do.
Everyone looking for a handout. This guy landed on our table seemingly about to say “what you looking at? Pass over a fry!”
Here’s the view of where we sat. It was perhaps the most spectacular vantage point we have ever seen.
One more view of the place where we had our drinks. Pretty amazing.
Oh yeah, the resort has an infinity pool. Perhaps the only one you will ever see where you might get a nose bleed from the altitude.
On the way back to Pandora, another view of the Pitons. Really amazing.
The road had a remarkable number of twists and turns and always an amazing view around every hairpin corner.
Green landscape.
By the time we got back to Pandora, switchback after switchback, I was ready for a nap. No, it wasn’t the wine. We shared a single glass knowing that the drive was going to be a challenge.
Well, that’s it. The “end” of our cruise together this season. Our last stop, St Lucia is really a beautiful country but right now, it’s the place where Brenda flew the coupe and that makes me sad as it’s going to be a long time till I see her again.
I am so bummed. I woke up alone today. But I did get to write about bras.
“OH Bob, get over it. That’s so sick. Just shut up!”
Sorry for being whiny.



As I write this we are on a mooring in Marigot, St Lucia, where Brenda will head out on Friday and my friend Craig will join me for ten days. Craig and I will make our way up to Antigua and I’ll be joined by crew for the run home.
As if the evening wasn’t fun enough already, we were treated to perhaps the most spectacular tropical sunset of the season.
Made even better with Sea Cloud II in the frame.
After a bit
And great snorkeling, if not great pictures. I guess it’s time for a new underwater camera. With this camera I guess I have to say “you had to be there”.
This guy stuck his head up near Pandora as we were weighing anchor as if to say “see yah!”
We also visited nearby Mayreau, an island that I had never heard of, ,like many in the Greandines, until we decided to head the short distance there from the Tobago Cays. It’s a tiny island with lovely brightly painted homes on the steep hillside.
A Catholic church occupies the highest point on the island.
Charming. 
And south toward Union Island and Carriacou beckon for next season.
While nearby mountainous St Vincent gets lots of rain, only a few miles south, Mayreau is very arid. The locals work hard to collect water in cisterns, this one behind the church is the largest I have seen. The runoff collects at the bottom of the half acre stone and cement catchment area.
In this arid climate cactus was everywhere. These flowers were very showy and fist size. Nothing says “I am not for lunch” like a cactus.
Of course, what’s a post without a view of Pandora in the harbor? We were anchored with “buddy-boat” Roxy, home to our friends Lynn and Mark. They plan to summer in Trinidad and head to the western Caribbean next winter. We hope to see them again soon.
This is the view of the nearby beach, the best we have seen in the Caribbean. We had it all to ourselves.
The beach was well kept, free of litter and wonderful soft sand. The four of us spent a long time soaking in the clear water off of the beach.
We decided to break up the 80 mile run from Mayreau back to Marigot into two legs. We had to return to Bequia to check out and then continue on to Marigot, another 60 miles north. We had heard that the run between St Vincent and St Lucia is among the roughest in the islands and yesterday’s passage was true to that legend as it was when we headed south. As we made our way north, we encountered steep waves on a close reach. The relentless trade winds push water past the islands, into the Caribbean sea at speeds of up to two knots and always to the west.
It was alarming to see this boat, with what looked like a machine gun go roaring by. It looked like a harpoon. Glad that they didn’t come close. I know that they do hunt whales in St Vincent but thought that the weren’t able to use motorized boats, only rowing and sail. Hmm. I wonder what else they can hunt that needs that sort of firepower?
On the other hand, this fisherman, a long way from shore, was decidedly low tech. He waved as we passed him.
One of the best parts of cruising the eastern Caribbean is that the wind, while pretty strong at times, amd consistently from the east. Sometimes ENE or ESE but just about always from the east. So, as we headed south we were ALWAYS on a port tack.
A little while later they fitted her with lifting straps.
And up she went.
And speaking of going places, I have mentioned in past posts that my plan is to run Pandora north for the summer and do the Salty Dawg rally to Antigua again this November.
The chart table is so shiny I am afraid to use it.
And, now a shiny compaionway that was looking very scruffy. 
And, speaking of varnish. I expect that this beautiful grand lady, Shemara, circa 1938, has plenty.
At over 200′ long she surely has plenty to keep her crew hopping. Love the classic canoe stern. How’s that for a swim platform?
The refit consumed one million hours of labor over several years. That’s a big number and it doesn’t even count the massive amount of “stuff” that went into the job. She’s still a real throwback to a different era
This morning I went snorkeling with some friends. I took lots of photos and videos with my GoPro but, as usual, I was disappointed with the results. Somehow, the “high resolution” is anything but. I saw lots of turtles.
This is a beautiful spot and I expect that we will stick around for a few days and then begin our run back up to St Lucia where Brenda will head home. My friend Craig will join me there for the run to Antigua where I will meet up with my crew for the run north to CT.
After the war she was returned to Post and converted back to a sailing yacht. However, the cost of the yacht, with her 72 full time crew members proved to be a bit much for her to keep up so Post sold the yacht.
Her bowsprit goes on and on.
If you want to learn
What a lovely stern.
I caught her rounding the weather mark today just behind another classic, Galatea.
And around she went.
She was hot on the tail of Galatea and they approached the mark, twice that I saw, and still very close together after miles of racing.
It was quite a site to see Galatea pass me by. I don’t know much about her but she’s a beauty. There are many classics by that name and without fast WiFi I ran out of patience trying to find out more about her history.
And off she went to turn down wind. She’s a lot bigger than she looks in this shot, probably about 80′.
Just behind them were a few of the Carriacou sloops. These are traditional fishing boats in the Grenadines and are still raced as yachts today.
This is a go-fast locally built double ender. Impressive speed with big sails and a large crew to serve as “rail meat” to keep them upright.
And, of course, no race is complete with out the classic J24s and there were plenty racing today.
Ok, enough of the race stuff for now.
The view was impressive. This is the western part of a large harbor with room for hundreds of boats. There’s Pandora in the lower right.
The homes on the hill overlooking the harbor are brightly painted in Caribbean colors.
I always get a thrill out of watching the Frigate birds fly by. They have a huge wingspan, in excess of 6′, the longest of any bird, relative to their size. I understand that they can sleep while they fly and although they can be seen great distances from land they are unable to land and take off from the water.
One thing is certain, if you love boats and being on the water, Bequia and especially the Easter Regatta, is the place to be.
No wait, it’s May. No more snow up north and I am looking forward to being back in New England for the summer. Winter in the Caribbean, summers in New England.
The next day I went back and they installed the finished product, a perfect fit. The canvas is held in place by a combination of velcro straps and lines. I had two close my eyes and turn away as he went at the rub rail with an electric drill to make holes that hold the lines that tie the canvas securely to the dink. I asked him how many times he had slipped and punctured a boat. He smiled and continued drilling holes.
However, it all worked out and the finished job, chaps, engine cover and new seat cover. The guys posed for a shot with the finished job. Nice work. 
Ok, so remember the whole “Pandora’s Box” thing? You know, she opened the box and let out all the evils of the world? Well, according to legend, all that was left in the box was Hope. Get it? Pandora’s Box, Hope? Pretty clever? So, our dink is now officially Little Hope. However, that was just too many letters to fit so Hope it is.

However, the bulk pf the models are of the traditional working boats of Bequia, in particular, those used to hunt whales, which is still legal, if tightly controlled. They hunt, using only sail powered boats, and harpoon a few humpback whales each year along with a number of smaller pilot whales.
There is tradition of boat building and they still race them aggressively. Nice looking boats.
Now for a few random items.
Brenda and I enjoyed walking along the seawall. There are a number of nice places to eat along the way.
Right near the walkway we spied this moray eel swimming in the shallows. The water in the harbor is quite clear.
And, under the category of “multi-talented”. How about this sign for an gallery/doctor office? The same guy, BTW.
I wonder if this guy’s dink has new chaps? Canvas covers for his helicopter, more likely? For sure.
Several years ago we sailed on this huge ketch Marie. She’s here too, along with a few other massive sailboats. It seems that she was here for some informal racing against several other “big girls” today as they all left at the same time and milled around for a while before they took off.
I was hoping to stop by later and see if any of the crew that we met are still around. The experience of sailing on such a magnificent yacht was something else, let me tell you. You can see a number of posts about this experience but
And, finally, for those who follow this blog, you’ll recognize this Suzuki Carry truck below as similar to one that I have at home and use to get around town. Mine, new in 1992, is registered as an antique, and is more than 25 years old.
Well, I guess that’s about all for now, an odd mix of stuff to be sure. However, one thing that carries through, I hope, is that Bequia is the place to go if you are drawn to things made by people who take pride in their work. All that with the possible exception of a bird, a few yachts and an odd truck thrown in for good measure.