We arranged to have a driver to take us to the Capitol city of Basseterre (St Kitts), where roads were closed as an early morning carnival Jouvert was taking place. Yesterday the wind clocked to our South, and so swells and wind-driven chop came up overnight, making for another evening of broken sleep. That’s ok, as we didn’t want to move our anchorage due in part to our arrangement with our taxi driver, but also there isn’t really anywhere better to be in the area. Southern wind is very unusual here so most good anchorages are on that side of the island.
Despite the elevated surf we had no trouble beaching KoryKory, and pulled clear up above the tide line to await our ride to Jouvert.
Our driver, Sean, did us a great favor as he escorted us into the thick of the musical raucous of Jouvert. We had a real advantage as Sean seems to be a good friend to many people. He introduced us to several of his friends, including a couple painted dancers who offered us cups containing a homemade alcohol beverage. We bounced along with a couple different bands, flowing along with the undulating bodies, sometimes being sprayed with water. I don’t want to sound old here, but the music was incredibly loud. To supply such voluminous bass power, each band truck had to tow one of those large electrical generators typically used to power a large construction site!
After a quick lunch of goat and chicken roti, we stopped along at a popular tourist turnoff where Kelly made friends with a monkey.
We returned with Sean to the beach and made plans for another island tour in a couple days. After thanking Windgrove (Surf Shop-manager at the beach) again for setting us up with Sean, we walked over to where KoryKory sat on the sand.
As I mentioned, it didn’t seem difficult to beach the dinghy. But getting back into the surf is another story. We’d done this before, so kinda knew what we were in for – expecting to get wet. Recall what I mentioned earlier about the South wind making the anchorage rolly? Turns out it wasn’t so difficult to get back out into the surf, but we needed to get the motor started quickly else be washed back onto the beach.
And that’s where the trouble started. Our little two-horsepower outboard motor would not start! Being aware that this problem sometimes occurs, I usually don’t let go of a dock or Fayaway until the finicky little motor is started. However, we don’t have this option when launching with heavy surf from a beach because the motor can’t be lowered into the water until we are into deeper water. I need to push KoryKory, and Kelly, out into the waves, until up to my waist, and then hop aboard. Then very quickly lower the motor, open the vent, pull the choke, open the throttle, pull the cord and hope.
Ok, so it didn’t start again – no worries… I’ll just use the handy oars and row our way back to Fayaway. All was good until one of the integrated oarlocks broke – cheap piece of junk! Bummer. Our next option was to paddle with the oars. We each started paddling, but Kelly was having trouble keeping up on her side, making the soft-bottom inflatable want to turn away from our intended course. (These little rubber boats aren’t really made for this.) I frantically paddled, flipping from one side to the other, barely making way against the wind and surf. Paddling our soft inflatable dinghy against the wind wasn’t working so well.
Fortunately, a kind gentleman, ‘Buddy’, anchored nearby, saw our frantic paddling, jumped into his own working dinghy, and offered us a tow back to Fayaway. Now this didn’t all go so smoothly either, given the sea conditions. But suffice to say we eventually safely made it back aboard our respective vessels.
So concludes another daily adventure for the adventurers aboard SV Fayaway.
Happy New Year!