My Caribbean dream is rolling off the stern scoop first thing in the morning to be submerged in turquoise waters surrounded by a rainbow of sea creatures. Sandy Island lies off Paradise beach on the West of Carriacou and doesn’t disappoint.
We took it slow, sailing out of Tyrell Bay, insisting on putting the sails up while other boats tend to just motor around the peninsula like the aluminium Kraken that passed us by on the way. Seeing another aluminium boat is surprisingly rare, so we exchanged waves and greetings.
We got to stretch our sea legs and tinker with Navionics and sail configuration a bit, just to remind ourselves that we can sail. Muir let the anchor down in a sandy patch just off the island, ensuring not to damage anything along this marine reserve.
We dove down into the clear waters, tracking the anchor chain to see if the anchor is secure. The dream was real and we ended up swimming to the island’s beach, walking to its north side, and exploring beautifully preserved coral reefs along its edge.
In the afternoon, Renee – a local fisherman – pulled his fishing boat alongside ours and we bought a small white fish with which we made ceviche and ordered lobster for the next day. We took the ceviche and homemade tortilla wraps over to the Kraken for drinks with Allison and Guy – a formidable Australian couple. Here we learned that their 50ft aluminium boat is also a home-built project. It is an incredible work of art and function. It is in showroom condition and has already reached the far ends of the earth since 2013.
Guy handed me a gifted bottle of champagne they’ve been keeping (yes, I know you can only call it champagne if…), and we ended up staying for dinner and an entire spectrum of conversation. They’re by far the coolest sailors I’ve met, including myself and Muir 😉 These two live for the unknown, the out-of-way, the true adventure, and exploration of all the crevices our blue planet offers. The next day, they announced that they are sailing back to Australia and would be lifting anchor in the morning. That evening we cooked lobster starters and pasta on Ongemak and had them over for a goodbye dinner. We still miss you guys!
Having spent hours underwater surrounded by Sandy Island’s sea critters, we sailed over to the main town of the Carriacou called Hillsborough and had a few land-based treats like chicken burgers on the beach and bought basic groceries for Ongemak.
We spent two nights here on anchor and experienced the most spectacular sunset on our last evening.
We popped over to Hillsborough town early to collect fresh water for the Ongemak and may have left a little bit later than ideal. We lifted anchor around 11AM to start what would be our longest sail down to the big, green, and beautiful island of Grenada! Ongemak sailed the 35 miles like a champ and we arrived at Dragon/Grand Mal Bay next to the Grenada Sculpture Park just in time for sunset. The plan was to moor for the night, do a dive onto the world-famous sculptures, and then head to Prickly Bay in the South to meet up with Mel and Dan from Cerice before they leave Grenada. But we all know planning is oil and sailing is water…