Showing posts with label Dominica. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dominica. Show all posts

Monday, December 2, 2013

French Frolicks, Birthday Rainbows & Rolly Nights

Wandering Star searches for that pot of gold - photo Jon Constantine
Thinking fondly of those motionless landlubber days, the boat rolls from side to side.  Everything tumbles one way and then the next.  The full water tanks gurgle and slap.  The halyards spank the mast, the boom swings violently this way then that. Sim and I are tired.  Not just from the constant roll, where even being wedged between cushions still has you thrown about, not just from the constant racket from everything rolling about but also because Sim has been up half the night with food poisoning.  Such a shame as yesterday was his birthday.
 
Fort De France
But up until that point we have had a wonderful few days.  Friday we left St Lucia for French Martinique.  We didn’t intended to stay long but started a day ahead of our traveling companion Jon from SY Imagine of Falmouth so we could do a quick stock up in our favourite French supermarket – Leader Price.  The sail across was super, just enough off the wind to be comfortable.  We anchored off the old fort ruins in Fort De France; another noisy anchorage, this time we were serenaded with the sounds of tribal drums that kicked off some time after 9pm – don’t they know that this is cruisers midnight? I actually quite liked it and for a new anchorage where I normally don’t sleep too well until I become accustomed to where I am – I nodded off like I was one of the dead.  Bright and sprightly we awoke Saturday morning and walked around the shabby metropolis that is Martinique’s capital.  It’s a colourful place, much more modern than other Caribbean islands. It’s an eclectic mix of old and new from designer shops to Chinese bargain basements, modern buildings matched with tired and crumbling shops with wrought iron balconies, well maintained waterfronts to churches in colourful painted squares.
 
Fort De France waterfront
We shopped, watched some kite flyers and then got on our way to meet Jon at St Pierre at the north of the island to stage ourselves for the next leg of our journey north.  I love St Pierre.  It’s not always easy to find a place to anchor and it can roll.  But it is so beautiful.  I never tire of the majestic Mont Pelee – a volcano that caused all that havoc over a century ago destroying the whole town and killing its entire population.  The unpretentious village is scattered around old ruins and charred remains. There is not much not to like.  Though once again we were treated to some more nocturnal clamor – this time it sounds like an out of tune choir practice.
 
St Pierre, Martinique
Alarms were set for 5.30am on Sunday morning – no time for the birthday boy to open any presents or cards – we needed to get underway. Motoring out into a grey morning it looked as if we weren’t going to get much wind.  The squally weather treated us to the most spectacular rainbow – the first of many that morning.  When the wind eventually filled in it was a lot more than expected.  The seas got bigger with huge spumes of water rolling across the decks.  Wandering Star handled very well in what turned out to be a force 6/7, steaming along at 8.5kts. We practiced a little “heave to” exercise while we waited to see if Jon was doing ok with the sudden onslaught of wind. He was.  I can’t quite say that it was an invigorating sail as I was feeling fairly queasy.  For all those who have seen the recent info on plugging your non dominant ear for a sea sickness cure – I don’t think it works – but then maybe I had the wrong ear!  As we approached the lee of Dominica the seas started to calm. We motor-sailed up the coast to Portsmouth at the north end of the island.  
 
Sims birthday rainbow

Dominica is hugely mountainous – it’s the emerald jewel of the Caribbean.  Rolling hills and black sand beaches fringe the anchorage.  That night for Sim’s birthday we had a small BBQ on board Wandering Star before we fell into our rolling bed for a night of fitful sleep.
Colourful Streets in Fort de France
Church Fort de France
Lively street corners
Fort de France anchorage
St Pierre, Martinique
Imagine of Falmouth
Beautiful rainbow
Windy ride
The captain takes the chair!
Lovely sunset Dominica
The birthday boy



Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Ain't No Sunshine



Squally weather
Ain’t no sunshine….by Bill Withers keeps playing in my head, it pretty much sums up this last week. The wind has howled and rain has fallen in biblical proportions, torrents of water falling out of the sky.  Sadly unlike on Alianna we don’t have quite the same systems in place to catch all this water and we watch most of it wash away.  We will work it out eventually but we would like the rain that could flow into our tanks to be clean enough to drink. We are currently trying to devise a pre-filter to collect the bits of grit and dirt that might slip into the tank. It would then pass through another two filters already in place before it comes out of the tap.  We also collect the water that falls from the bimini by clothes pegging the sides up so water runs along a channel and use that for laundry.  To say that we look like a Chinese laundry at the moment wouldn’t be far from the truth!
 
Portsmouth, Dominica
So what a miserable week it has been.  Since Dominica it’s been gray and overcast.  Inside the boat it’s hot and stuffy from keeping the windows permanently closed.  We moved on from Dominica to Saint Pierre at the north end of Martinique.  A long daysail starting at the crack of dawn, but what a difference a more powerful engine makes when you can blast down the sheltered coast at, well any darn speed we like with an 85hp engine! At the end of Dominica we pulled the sails out and turned the engine off but what a ride, what a work out! The wind gusted between 15 and 30kts, rain squalls threatened us every half an hour.  Sails in, sails out, sails in sails out.  There is a fault with the staysail so we haven’t been using that until we can repair it.  Now when we furl the genoa it makes noises that it really shouldn’t be making – it needs an overhaul too….add it to the job list. 
 
Mont Pelee, St Pierre, Martinique
At Jon’s suggestion we decided to stay a couple of days in Saint Pierre, the coastal town at the foot of the majestic Mont Pelee volcano and visit the earth science museum just over 1km out of town.  The Museum was not particularly impressive despite the fact it is supposed to be able to survive if the volcano erupts….again.  But the lengthy subtitled documentary about the devastation Mont Pelee left behind over a century ago killing nearly 30,000 people in less than 3 minutes was very interesting. At that time St Pierre was a major port and all the ships in the bay sadly sunk. One of the rooms in the museum belonged to a French Jack Cousteau type character come sailor/artist/diver – his underwater art work depicts life on the now sunken wrecks. These days there is a much clearer understanding of the volcanic warning signs and Mont Pelee lays dormant unlike like Soufriere smoldering away in neighbouring Montserrat.
 
The French Ladies
On Saturday morning we visited the local market in the covered building on the waterfront.  Bright colourful displays of fruit and vegetables decorate the tables, with large surly French women in wide brimmed hats guarding their produce from plastic chairs. Get a little closer and these scary looking ladies greet you with big smiles and broken English (how do they know we are not French?) welcoming you to come and inspect their wares.  Prices were good and we all stocked up on lots of fresh items.  Next stop the boulangerie for the obligatory pain aux chocolate.
 
Fruit and Veg Market
We moved on together with “Imagine” to Fort De France with more windy rain and squalls. It wouldn’t be right to pass the ultimate cheap French supermarket Leader Price where French cheese, wine and saucisson are available at super cheap prices.  The fridge and freezer are over flowing once again and we are devouring a rather nice gourmet pate and baguette.  Vive La France…!
Sam, Sim and Jon
Saint Pierre Church

Fishermen pulling in their catch

Saint Pierre by night

The Church
Wandering Star in St Pierre anchorage

One of the many wet and windy sails


Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Sailing Southwards on Wandering Star



Motoring down the cost of Guadeloupe
We left Antigua and had a fabulous sail to Deshais at the north end of Guadeloupe stonking along at over 8kts at times. We learnt more about Wandering Star’s capabilities and were pleased with how she handled. It was a gusty day but the seas were not too big.  Even so there was a lot of weight in the Genoa and we found the clam cleats on the furling line almost dangerous to deal with.  With Sim’s bad back I was taking on all the heavy work and several times feared my fingers were going to be lost whist unlocking the cleat and taking the full weight of the sail in my hands. There is no way to take a turn (to take the weight) when using a clam cleat as the line has to be lifted to be unlocked.  We will be putting spinlocks on to replace these in the very near future.  We noticed the difference in Wandering Stars performance compared to Alianna but also in reference to how we sail in company with our friends “Imagine” who are sailing with us now but also a lot in the past.   It would be fair to say we go a good knot faster than before and oh what a difference a knot makes!!  But we are also glad we didn’t go bigger than 44ft in length not just because of the exponential costs of a large boat but also because of sail handling.  I find it almost impossible to lift the mainsail up by hand – something we use to do all the time on Alianna. 

High Street Bourg Des Saintes
We over-nighted in Deshais a charming little French fishing village at the north end of Guadeloupe, the ubiquitous church clock chiming on the hour, every hour.  The next day we carried on down to Isle Des Saintes – a group of small islands to the south of Guadeloupe and somewhere we haven’t stopped for a while.  Everybody loves the Saintes.  They are cute and oh so very French.  The one street town of Terre D’en Haut is lined with chic souvenir shops, ice cream parlours and little French bars and restaurants.  The streets are well maintained and small mopeds dominate the traffic, this is a world away from the rest of the potholed Caribbean.  Sim braved going ashore and somehow managed to hobble to an establishment selling beer and providing wifi.  We plonked ourselves down with Sam and Jon and whiled away an afternoon. We stayed a couple of days anchored around the corner in a spot called Pain A Sucre where a rocky headland looks like a sugared loaf - I suppose.  In the distance we spotted the start of a waterspout coming out of the clouds, a timely appearance with its land based counterpart causing havoc in the USA.  Below the cloud we watched the water swirling around its vortex grateful that we were at a safe distance
 
Imagine and Wandering Star anchored in Pain A Sucre
Two days later, we sailed the short distance (if you call 4 hours travel in your world short) from the Saintes to Portsmouth at the north end of Dominica.   A tropical wave is passing through bringing squally and unsettled weather.  So we potter on the boat.  One of the things you learn fast about a steel boat is that you must keep it dry from the inside.  This is something we are struggling with.  The shaft seal leaked like the Niagara Falls until Sim tightened it, even so it still leaks whenever we use the engine – drip, drip, drip; when we haul out we will be putting a dripless gland in.  Plus we have found a small leak coming in from the anchor locker.  All this means, that every time we finish sailing we need to flush the bilge out with freshwater and then dry.  So much extra work! As usual the jobs list is endless.  Who ever thinks that life on board is feet up and relaxation is very, very wrong!
Pain A Sucre
Waterfront Bourg De Saintes

The pretty church

and good snorkeling

Portsmouth, Dominica

Grey days in Portsmouth, Dominica