Peri 26/6

PeriSo we’ve been in this same place for a few weeks now and it’s very nice as we can sit upstairs and spy on the neighbours. There’s also a road with cars and big lorries in the distance across some water and they like to beep their horns here so that’s fun as well.

Our home is tied up to a big concrete path and our owners have taken us for a few walks up to some grass and bushes. I could smell some other cats up there so was a bit wary incase we got pounced on.  Thornton did his usual trotting along but I found it a bit hot and just wanted to sit down. My owner was not impressed with me.  We get brushed when we get home and it’s delicious.  Thornton goes into a frenzy and looks so uncool. 

It was my birthday a few weeks ago and they put on some music and sang to me.  Apparently I’m 10 now. Whatever that means. They told Thornton to be nice to me for the day (he wasn’t). Then a few days later it was Thornton’s turn. They sang to him and I had to be nice to him. I really don’t understand what it’s all about.

We’ve had a few people come to say hello and sit upstairs having drinks and nibbles with the owners. They sometimes get a bit noisy but I don’t mind so long as I get some attention.

My favourite owner has started doing odd things on the water. She gets a long board out, puts it on the water then stands on it and uses a big stick to move along. She disappears into the distance behind other boats and then comes back and she’s still dry. I don’t understand why she doesn’t get wet or fall over as it gets very windy sometimes.Anyway, she seems to enjoy it.

They’ve been doing lots of jobs on the boat and she’s been cleaning like crazy. When she makes the bed I like to jump up and hide under the top sheet.  We have a bit of a fight and I kick my back legs and pretend to scratch and bite while she makes a growling noise at me.  We carry on like that for a while and then when I’m tired, or she gets fed up, I go to my room at the front for a snooze.

I think I’m in trouble but don’t really understand why. I jumped onto the concrete next to our home to have a look around and they went ballistic with me!  I’ve no idea what their problem is but I won’t do it again in a hurry.



Can I have a go on your bike? Ok then...We had a quiet sail down to Carriacou, an island that is part of Grenada, so we had to check in with Customs and Immigration.  The guy was extremely laid back and not interested in the cats. We had to email our details to the Veterinary Service on Grenada and they emailed back an Import Permit without even seeing the cats! No wonder there’s rabies on the island.

We anchored in Tyrrel Bay for a couple of weeks and soon adjusted our pace to an even slower way of doing things. There was a bar called Lambi Queen by our dinghy dock and it was very quiet apart from Friday nights when there was a barbecue and live band, then it was manic until the early hours. We could hear drums on the shore at about 2am which was quite eerie, and annoying.  On one side of the bar there was a tree with a sloped trunk that usually had a man asleep on it and the owner had put up a tin roof next to the tree to provide shelter for the men to play dominoes.  This was always a heated event with dominos being slammed down, shouting, arm waving, cursing and a lot of laughing. We could hear the dominoes being slammed down as we were tying our boat up at the dinghy dock. They were a friendly lot and we enjoyed just sitting there watching all the goings on. Occasionally someone would come in with the catch of the day and the men would stand around the barrel of fish and argue over price. We struggled to understand what they said as they spoke patois so quickly.

On the other side of the bar was a woman with a fruit stall and one day she was sat on an oil drum having her hair braided.  She probably had half a dozen customers on a good day.

Roadside wild life The main road was made of concrete and seemed safe enough so we got the bikes onshore and arranged to store them in a locked shed at Lambi’s.  We alternated cycling into Hillsborough, the main town on the other side of the island, and getting the local bus. Video of our ride to town here

The buses weren't as busy as on the other islands and were more of a social service. The route would depend on who was on the bus as the driver would take people up to their door, which gave us an island tour for free. We managed to get on a bus one day that stopped at a nursery school and a group of very small children got on, said “Good afternoon” to us and sat still until they were one by one dropped off at their homes. They were so well behaved. They all had little back packs and the girls had ribbons in their hair that matched their uniform. So cute!

Cycling was an adventure as there were goats roaming around everywhere and although they were used to traffic they didn’t know what to do about bikes, and we didn’t know what to do about goats, not a good combination. There were some large iguanas at the road side which was quite distracting so all in all, cycling was fun.

The main town was very small, a few supermarkets and bars and that was about it.  Our bikes attracted a lot of attention and people would shout that they liked or wanted our bikes.  Everyone was so friendly and said hello, everyone.

We had to tear ourselves away as June crept up on us as we needed to be in Grenada itself for hurricane season, for insurance purposes.

So here we are now. We arrived yesterday 3rd June and this will be our home for the next 6 months. We’re in a 5 star marina which has a swimming pool, spa, restaurant, bar and all that you’d expect from a top marina.  We had steak in the restaurant last night to celebrate our arrival and plan to do a bit of exploring today. The marina has lovely gardens so the boys are going to be happy chappies when we take them for walks.  I think we’re going to enjoy ourselves here!


Thornton. We are moving again...


We have been on the move quite a lot recently. That rumbling noise from under the kitchen worktop seems to signal a departure. The noise increases and the rolling starts. Then it all goes silent but the rolling gets worse. We never know how long it will go on for but when the rumbling starts again it usually means the rolling is going to stop and we have arrived somewhere. We must be moving to different countries as we have been poked and prodded by those Vet humans. One even came on to the boat to check us out. We are always on best behaviour at these times as we don’t want to go back to that white room. Last week I heard the owners say we were in Grenada. I am surprised as no one came to look at us. It seems that they don’t care about cats. We are told rabies is rife here so we might hide if the owners want to take us for a walk.


Hookah Dive System

Ju using the Hookah When we planned the trip we realised we needed the ability to dive under the hull in case of emergency to free a rope for example. There were numerous small dive systems on the market but their small size meant limited underwater time. They were also bulky to store and needed dive certification to refill. On passage there was no way to refill the tank so this seemed a poor option. We then found the Hookah system. I have read many posts on the forums of people asking why can’t you just have a long snorkel tube and breath through that. I will not go into the physics here but below about a metre it is almost impossible for the lungs to suck air. The Hookah system uses a small compressor to pump the air down the tube and a low-pressure regulator for the diver to breath. We imported the Canadian system from Sea-Breath. We tried it out today and it is easy to set up and we have both dived to inspect and start cleaning the hull. For some reason the motor seems reluctant to start so requires a little tap to get it going, but once started it sings along nicely. So our hull should be nice and clean for our arrival in Port Louis Grenada on Tuesday.


Journey South

Last Bar! Salt Whistle Bay

We left Blue Lagoon once again and headed over to Bequia.  On the way there I spotted a dinghy flying towards us, actually taking off at one point. The guy was standing up and when he was close enough he produced a huge camera, started blowing a whistle and taking pictures. Then without saying anything he shot off in the opposite direction!

We were met by Phat Shag (topless!) and taken to the mooring we’d had last time we visited. It’s nice to return to somewhere that you already know and where the locals recognise you. We saw Budzy our taxi driver who waved and stopped for a chat.  

We stayed there for 2 nights before heading over to Mayreau which is the smallest inhabited island in the Grenadines. This was our first visit to the island and Salt Whistle Bay is just a stunning, idyllic setting. White sand, clear water and a decent beach bar aptly called The Last Bar Before The Jungle.  The snorkelling was some of the best so far (apart from the turtles) and we saw some amazing fish. We had a couple of beach barbecues there and did some walking to see the town. There’s a road that goes up the hill from Salt Whistle Bay and then down the other side to Saline Beach and the town is somewhere in between, with goats strolling about everywhere. There were a few bars in town and we thought it would be rude not to stop. One problem. No diet coke!  I can’t stand the taste of full fat coke with rum so I got into the habit of carrying a couple of cold cans around with me from the boat.  Disaster averted!  

We got adventurous on our second walk and went off along a track that cut up into the hill and then walked around the deserted windward beach back to the boat. Not a sole in sight, just white sand, palm trees and turquoise water.

Our next stop was Tobago Cays for a couple of nights and more swimming with my favourite turtles. We got more video of them and this time I spotted a stingray hoovering along on the bottom. At one point I had a slight panic as Clive was busy watching the turtles and the stingray took off in his direction. I wasn’t sure if they were dangerous and just watched in horror but fortunately it swam about 2 feet underneath him before diving again and  Clive was blissfully unaware.

Turtle Tobago Cays

We’re now moored off Union Island and have had a couple of days so far trying out the bars and food outlets. Clive surprised me on my birthday and booked us into a hotel on the front for a night of luxury, what a treat. I stood under the shower for as long as I could forgetting about how much water I was using up. We had a fabulous meal sat next to a pool that had a sign. ‘Danger sharks! No swimming’. When we first saw it we thought it was a joke and that they were pretend sharks, until we saw a tail twitch!! 

There are some lovely little shops here and a whole area that’s like Alice in Wonderland. A weaving alley way with a couple of bars and fabulously hand painted t-shirts hanging out.

We asked our mooring man, Tony, to get us a tuna for tea last night and he arrived at 6pm on his boat, showed us the fish and then filleted it for us. We had a sumptuous tea and Clive vacuum packed and froze enough for another 2 meals.

We’re here for a couple more days and have yet to visit the bar on the reef that’s built on a pile of conch shells, so we’ll do that tomorrow. After that we’ll move on to the next place, wherever the wind will take us.

That’s it for me for now and I’ll update when we get to Grenada.

Mayreau Town

Myreau Windward Beach
Mayreau Windward Beach