Pours hard throughout the night and off and on in the morning. Can’t go up the mast this morning, too wet and there isn’t 20 minutes where it doesn’t rain.

Well we’re not in too much of a hurry. We dinghy in to the Coco Cafe to get a couple coffees, they’re quite good for only US$4 each.

We depart at our leisure, just a couple hours to Rodney Bay. Rains a few times on the way but never for very long.

The winds are good, tho fickle, we sail pretty much all the way making 4+ kts. Can’t sail the line we want, have to head offshore a bit so about 3 nms off Rodney Bay when we tack to head in. Still, a very easy sail and short motor into the bay.

Fairly quiet in the bay as far as boats go and we have no problem anchoring very near our old spot, about halfway between the lagoon entrance and Pigeon Island. This is far enough from the noise at each end of the beach here. That’s my biggest complaint about Rodney Bay, boom blasters with a-hole DJs at volume 11 all day and night on weekends. I’m guessing it is quieter in the marina, but there are other issues there.

Christy is hot for gelato so soon enough we dinghy in to the lagoon. (Dinghy engine sputtering and stalling but seems to clear when it has run a bit.) We land and we can hear a load band onshore – that’s Christian music. Some of the same songs we hear at Riverside but with a Caribbean flavour. This dispels somewhat the idea that the marina would be quieter.

We walk around the marina and then decide to walk the main road a bit to see if there are grocery stores etc. A couple of 100 yards south of the entrance to the marina we find the source of the Christian music. It is another political rally, this time for the yellow party, the UWP or United Workers Party, they have hired a Christian band and they are playing in a field. Not many attendees …

We walk a bit further, then return and go onto the field to listen to the band. The lead singer is amazing and we even know some of the songs. A very nice woman, Claudette?, comes over, reminds me very much of Jillian. We discuss churches and joke a bit that the yellow party is the Christian party, the reds are the Satanists? “That’s how we feel about it!” she says as a truckload of red goes by blaring their horns. The symbolism is palpable.

We depart, debate having dinner onshore but neither of us very hungry after a late lunch and gelato. Christy gets another small chocolate gelato, I get a decent coffee and we depart.

We wile away the afternoon on Milu, eventually hit the hay.