My research on fish has started as planned. Yesterday I discovered this guy preparing some dolphinfish on the pier in front of the restaurant, where the fish was going to end up in the kitchen for dinner (I felt an urge to discuss HACCP with him, but then resisted). Now I am ready to be chef de partie.
During my trip here that lasted a couple of days including a delayed flight, a missed ferry and one hour of seasickness on the next ferry after waiting of 5 hours in a strange bar near the harbour of Saint Vincent, I sometimes asked myself why the hell I was doing this to myself. But once I arrived on my little island I knew why I hadn't chosen an easier vacation destination. It's true "once you get there you'll know" (a slogan I picked from a hotel advertisment).
The story is, that about 5 years ago I was on a German cruise ship in the Carribean, and for one of the "land" trips, I had booked a one-day sailing trip through the Grenadines. We stopped for two hours in a bay that was so beautiful, that I decided that I want to come back one day to this island, called Bequia (pronounce "beck-way") and stay longer. Now, five years later, I am here and staying two weeks. And it is as beautiful as I had remembered. Not many tourists yet, sunshine, turquoise sea, empty beaches, very friendly and relaxed people, lots of beach bars no luxury or all inclusive resorts, and very cool atmosphere. After two days I have only seven moskito bites, one proposal to buy a catamaran with a Canadian guy, no sunburn (gettting carful with the age), one day trip booked on a schooner to go further south to the Tobago Cays and to become seasick again, five scuba dives scheduled. So you see I am very busy.
Every body talks to everybody here. And you are supposed to greet everybody you meet on the street. Something I still need to get used to. What a culture shock compared to Paris.
There are a couple of expats and lots of sailors. No French, some German and lots of Brits. I met for example that English lady, who used to be a manager and then decided she has had enough, and went from then on sailing everywhere in the world. Right now she is helping that Canadian guy, (the one who wants to buy a catamaran with me) to learn to sail. He quit his management job in Toronto, bought a sailing boat, will sail down to Venezuela, and doesn't know yet what to do after that. Or that German guy, who looks like Keith Richards, and lives here since 30 years, and sails every two years from here to Germany to visit his children. Funny crowd... My vocabulary is enriched by words like, jetty, dinghy, etc. In two weeks I will be able to talk like a sailor.
My hotel is in the "busy" part of the island, so today I walked across the island to the beach, called friendship bay, where I discovered Bequia initially. Here the postcard pictures for which some people will hate me. But I just need to enjoy my last vacation and life before starting my job in December. I deserve it. I just assume there won't be much of a life anymore then....
Friendhip Bay on Bequia