We hoisted our sails as we said our goodbyes to Grenada. We had a wonderful few weeks exploring the island, but it was time to slowly start making our way back up the island chain and home to the BVI.
Our first stop was only 30 miles away to the small island of Carriacou. We approached the overcrowded horseshoe shaped Tyrell Bay to anchor. The anchorage was sandy below, so we were in a good position to hold ground. It looked like a popular bay for cruisers, especially the French, hanging out hiding from any hurricanes which may head this way.
We lowered our dinghy and took a cruise along the coastline to check out the area. Pulling up along the beach and tying the boat up to a lone tree, we set out walking through the bay. I must admit on first impressions this was a weird little fishing town.
Apart from a few local kids hanging out in the shallows this place was remote and authentically Caribbean. That was until we walked into the local supermarket which was very first world and seemed to be the hangout for many of the cruisers. It was air conditioned and was the only place around for a good internet connection.
As we left the supermarket, vendors were selling rotis from their mini buses and ladies were offering their fresh fruit and veg hidden under the shade of the trees.
We found one local lady sat in her taxi and asked her if she could give us a tour of the island. A 2hr tour for $200EC was offered so we arranged for her to collect us from the dock the following morning.
We awoke early to a beautiful sunrise. As I made some freshly baked bread, Gavin got his morning exercise as he jumped into the water to scrub the bottom of the boat. It was so overgrown and looked like it was growing a beard. It was also slowing us down big time so we needed a clean hull for our return journey.
Local fishermen row around the side of the boat offering many services from island tours, selling wine, offering haul out facilities to taking your garbage.
At 10am we jumped in the dinghy and headed over to the dock. Our local guide was there waiting to greet us as we arrived. We climbed into the old, rickety mini bus and headed out to see the island.
Carriacou is known as ‘the land of reefs’. Many a ship and large fishing boat have met their doom and lay a wash along the rocky coastline. It is only 12 square miles and home to a population of 10,000.
As our driver, Helena, drove us around the island we noticed it was a lot drier than it’s lush green neighbour Grenada. The warm breeze blowing through the open windows of the mini bus did little to cool us down and stop the beads of sweat trickling down our faces.
We drove the entire island along the coastline seeing many of its beautiful white sandy beaches lined with fishing boats. Up into the hills passing roaming cattle on the roads and watching farmers attending to their crops. We passed by the hospital located at the top of the island with spectacular views of the surrounding islands of Petite Martinique and the Tobago Cays, drove by the old sugar mill and back through Hillsborough, the only town on Carriacou. It was a sleepy little town, but then again it was a Sunday so most places were closed.
On our way back to the boat we picked up a few young students who were volunteering at the veterinary clinic gaining some work experience and dropped them at the dock.
Before heading back to the boat we stopped in at a small restaurant located on the water’s edge called the slipway for a delicious lunch.
Our stay on Carriacou was short and sweet as we had only planned to be here a night or two, as we make our way onto Union Island located in the Grenadines.
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