18/11/2016
S**t happens. Even in paradise. Let's just say these past 2 weeks have been not quite palm trees, white sands and beautiful sunsets. I can safely say it all started with the election and went downhill from there. The weather has consistently been crappy. Lots of squally, rainy sails and sleepless rolly anchorages. Everything is damp and soggy with that certain smell reserved for really salty sailors. Our recent encounters with the locals have not been as friendly and genuine as they had been. And to top it off we have spent the last week out of the water with our boat "on the hard" waiting for a new part. Upshot is ... we basically broke our propeller. It happened while we were in a remote but crowded anchorage (with unnecessary mooring balls) and we managed to catch a mooring ball line which bent the shaft and broke the shaft strut which holds the propeller to the hull. We were dead in the water. Our engine was useless. We managed to sail out of the anchorage and the 15 miles to a shipyard in Carriacou and with the help of a fellow boater-BIG thank you to s/v Abby Singer- we safely anchored in the harbor while we waited for the boat yard to haul us out. Gone are the breezes and nightly cooling dips in the sea. Gone are the silences as we contemplate the amazing views. Instead, hello to mud and grime, bugs of all kinds, lack of a breeze of any kind, boatyard noises of grinders, metal working, heavy large operating machines and then there are the blazing security lights all night long (where are the stars?) One good thing- our faith in the locals is restored. The guys here are hardworking respectful young men doing their utmost to help us out. We should be back in the water and sailing early next week but with a few less stops than we anticipated as we head to the Virgin Islands for Christmas. Fingers crossed.