Whistle stop tour of the Grenadines

Mystique

From St.Vincent we sailed over to Mustique for our first night but most of the island was closed off as someone ‘important’ was there at the time. We moored just off Basil’s Bar and had a wander along the beach as far as we were allowed to go, closely watched by  security guards dotted about behind trees. The shore line was sprinkled with brightly coloured wooden boats and just behind them were a few pastel pink and blue shops. We had a look around the shops (expensive) and Gren was over the moon with his purchase of a tin of corned beef! 

Next stop was Tobago Cays, a group of small uninhabited islands protected by a horseshoe shaped coral reef.  The picture perfect scene of white sand, palm trees and crystal clear water. We had barbecued lobster on the beach as the sun set and it was the best lobster I’ve ever tasted.  In the morning we went for a snorkel in an area where you can swim with turtles, but have to keep your distance and not scare them. I found 4 gently grazing on the greenery beneath us and managed to get a video of them. It was magical. Every so often one would swim to the surface and take a gulp of air before swimming back down to resume munching.

Canouan was an hour’s sailing away and we were greeted by a little lad called Marky who helped us moor and then shot off to get us a big bag of ice. In the evening we wandered down the single track road that went through the ‘town’.  A few houses and shops that lined the road, the owners sitting outside listening to their music. We ended up in a restaurant on the beach where there was a DJ and some energetic local men who were nodding their heads in time to the music, progressing to jumping about enthusiastically.  We had a great evening dancing with them all before heading through the town and back to the boat.

Sunset Bequia

Our final port of call with our friends was Bequia.  Another stunning little island that had us hooked as soon as we arrived.  The guy we had to radio for a mooring was called ‘Phat Shag’, a name that seemed fitting as his taxi boat cruised towards us. A noble belly that he seemed proud of under his voluminous T-shirt.  Not to be distracted by Phat Shag, the town itself is colourful and charming. There’s a waterfront path at one end of the town that meanders around the bay and has bars and restaurants right at the water’s edge. We found several good places to eat but our favourite became the Gingerbread Hotel which had table outside under the shade of a huge tree, sand under foot and little hens pecking around. More importantly, they had wifi!  Many an idle morning has been spent under that tree, watching the world go by and reading Daily Mail online.

The beach in front of the town is shaded by palm trees and underneath these the locals tend to congregate to work on the little wooden boats that are pulled up onto the beach or just to have a snooze in a hammock.

Our friends got one of the island ferries from Bequia back to St.Vincent, leaving us alone again with no plans and in no rush to do anything