Hot, sunny.

Mayreau is not very far so we decide to just motor there. That is pretty common around here.

We’re off early as it is best to get there early. We are so early in fact (well before 9 am), we’re concerned no one will have left yet to get a good spot! But it’s not bad. We anchor in a spot I’m not too happy with and when, an hour later, the boat ahead and to the right of us leaves, we move over. Much much bettah mon.

We anchor whenever we can. We trust the anchor more than we trust half these mooring balls and we save about US$30 per night by anchoring. The problem is when you are anchored around a bunch of moorers, that’s bad. If you are moored around a bunch of anchorers, that’s bad too. But we so far have been able to anchor safely almost everywhere we go.

We have been using FLOW SIM cards for SVG and Grenada. Turns out Grenada cards don’t work in SVG and SVG don’t work in Grenada. It works pretty well, although SVG is more expensive than Grenada. Both are US$10 for a week but in Grenada you get 15GB, SVG, 10 GB. All is well as long as I catch the “You have reached 95% of your data limit” text message. As long as I have 5% left, I can renew online. If I let it get to zero, then I have to find another way to renew.

I missed it in Glossy Bay. Now we have no Internet. We spend some time in Mayreau at the Last Bar Before the Jungle (a favourite haunt) trying to reconnect but it doesn’t work. Visa won’t let me renew because I can’t get a text and for some reason they won’t call me or email me. I do have one of the best smoothies ever.

While I’m doing that, Christy watches the dinghy since it’s not tied up and the anchor does no good. She meets a local girl named Diana and they have some fun playing in the water.

Later on, we get ready to walk to The Ranch for dinner. It’s a nice trip along two long beaches culminating in the lovely Ranch restaurant with beach chairs and a beach hut. They will drive us back after dinner.

It’s a tough walk barefoot but a little easier when we get to the beachhead and go across the land part in running shoes. Very scratchy but usually a nice breeze and nice views across to Tobago Cays. We take a kitchen catcher garbage bag with us and fill it with plastic bottles we pick up along the way. We figure it would take 50 trips with these bags to get it all. This is all washup from the ocean, there is not much on the hill.

Back at the ranch, the waitress makes the BEST smoothie I think I have ever had. Maybe because I am hot and thirsty and my foot is on fire, but it is great. Christy and I sit on the beach chairs in the evening light after we order dinner. It is all very pleasant.

We meet a nice elderly English fellow is alone and joins us for dinner. We both forget his name but the conversation is very pleasant though he is an ex-emergency doctor who worked in Gibraltar and is a bit woke on the whole Covid thing. But he’s keen on travel and the early Arctic and Antarctic explorers so we have lots in common.

We all get a ride back to town, wotsisname to Dennis’ Place, us to Saltwhistle Bay. Hey! Our dinghy is still there! We tied it to a palm tree cuz we can’t get it out of the water by ourselves. It is a little swamped but not bad.