We never intended to stay for a year. After being on the move and motivated to get somewhere for much of our Cruising life, it was actually nice to just stop. With every passing day we made more and more plans. It was convenient to be in a place long enough to order parts and invite visitors. At first it was just temporary, but as time went on, each thing on the agenda kept us another week, then another month and before we knew it... we realized that we should have bought that local phone plan after all!
|Jezabelle enjoys being stationary.|
|One of many projects - we made a new manifold for our fresh water system|
|Taking advantage of a downpour for scrubbing the deck!|
|The fun kind of boat project!|
|Another of Bruce's favorite boat projects - cleaning the bottom of the boat and the dinghy!|
There is a small marina in Prickly Bay that has a restaurant, laundry, tiki bar and even a small grocery store. It's a hub for shopping busses and their restaurant is always a nice fall-back plan for those nights when you don't want to cook! If you go in early you can even get fresh baked bread and pastries, CHEAP!
|Yes, that is a bird standing next to Bruce's plate!|
|Portions are large enough to share!|
|Every Friday night there is a Steel Pan Band playing to keep us in the island mood!|
|Lovely cider - sparkling and light|
|Caught in a downpour outside of Budget Marine|
But the number 1 reason for remaining in Prickly Bay is that the #1 bus comes within walking distance. Just around the corner and up the road from Budget, we can catch one of the numerous vans that serve as public transportation here. In fact, during the less busy hours, the buses will go off route and we can sometimes get picked up right up the street! While this deprives us of some much needed exercise, it also gets us out of the rain!
|I love the ladies dressed up!|
The buses are an acquired taste and I love to watch the faces of visitors when we take them into town on one. To the outsider they can look dirty, and maybe they are... But along with the passengers squished in elbow-to-elbow, the loud music pumping and the bouncing as we barrel along the narrow roads, we get a main-line infusion of what it's really like to live here. These busses carry people to their jobs, to the grocery store and to school. Afternoons find us packed in with the smartly uniformed school kids. Even the youngest ones ride the buses safely home, and it is common to see the drivers go out of their way off route to drop the kids closer.
The riders are mostly very quiet and stoic as the driver careens through the streets. Some unwritten bus etiquette must demand this reserved behaviour because we seldom even hear a conversation on the bus. We sometimes try to talk to our fellow passengers and even the children look at us as if we are to be indulged. Once recently, a little girl asked her mother "Why are white people so silly?"... Her mom shushed her but I laughed! These bus rides are a treasure and I never take a ride that doesn't fill me with a feeling of connectedness and contentment that fuel a growing love for this island. And it smells so good!!!
When we first arrived here, one of the first things I noticed were the lovely fragrances. Flowers, curried food, rainforest freshness and salt air all combine to give the olfactory sense a workout!
Did I mention the flowers???
|The Franjipani Horned Worm steps the flowers from the plant!|
And then there are the not-so-good smells... like the Fish Market in St. George's! Early on we learned that we could come here in the mornings and often find this bustling market full of wonderful, fresh fish! Tuna and Mahi-Mahi are the favorites and they often "finish" early, so if we want to get it, we have to get it fast!
They cut huge tuna using a machete and a wooden stump, just whacking away as they chop the fish into two inch sections. Grenadians chop everything into "cuts" that we are unused to and it can be disconcerting, but we do the best we can to avoid bones and satisfy our American sensibilities. The low price for fish as fresh as swimming this morning is a small trade-off and seeing where our food comes from takes us back to basics, which is one of the reasons we came out cruising!
Visits to St. George's have become a weekly event. We love the hustle and the vibrant life that flows through these ancient streets. I love how the people here waste nothing. These old buildings, many of which were built using the ballast stones from slave ships, are still in use today. It's a delightful mix of old and new and it seems that the people consider it not a big thing to simply use what's here for them instead of tearing it all down and building shiny new buildings. Such a waste that would be.
|There aren't many flat surfaces so buildings are modified to fit the slope.|
|The old Library near the government buildings is beautiful, if somewhat crumbling|
|What secrets do these old windows hold?|
I am fascinated by the fact that structures built in the 1800s are still in use today. When I read about bridges and other modern structures in the US and other countries, that have fallen, while these have withstood the ravages of time, it simply amazes me. These most basic of structures have lasted and served their purpose well. The walk through the Sendall tunnel that runs beneath the hill where Fort George stands, never fails to jazz me - even though I try to act nonchalant and unimpressed like a Local...
Most often our visits to St. George's are motivated by the need for tomatoes. Yes. Tomatoes! The more modern IGA grocery store where we do most of our shopping will often run out of fresh veggies between supply boats. We have to turn to the open-air markets in town and other nearby stops, to find veggies grown here on the island. They're actually more tasty anyway! So why don't we always buy our tomatoes from the local market? Because sometimes we go long weeks without ever seeing a tomato, or an egg for that matter! When you find things, you buy them, because you never know how long it will be until you have another opportunity!
|Smaller vendors set up shop along the sidewalks of town|
|Fridays and Saturdays the square is blocked so that vendors can spread out!|
|It is hard to say no to these lovely ladies...|
|Another scent that floats through the air is that of roasting corn!|
I can't tell you how deeply connected we feel to this island. Over these many weeks, and months we have had all of our basic needs met. Maybe that's what it takes to truly "live" in a place.
We have been pleased to find our healthcare needs met as well. Bruce had laser surgery on his eye. We walked into an ophthalmologist's office, got a same-day appointment. She examined his eyes, listened to his history, then proceeded to allow me to look into his eyes through the scope so that I could see what she was talking about. She offered to do the surgery right then and there. No waiting, no return appointments... The entire surgery cost about what we would expect to pay for the initial exam and lab work in the States.
|I had to have a rum drink after my biopsy!|
We have seen a dermatologist who performed a full body exam on us both, as well excision and pathology on a couple of bumps we had. The specimens were sent for pathology, which took a while, but the prices were a fraction of what a single visit would have been back in the States, and we got in same day. In Corpus you wait six months! And as a bonus, there was a bar right outside the office for me to have a shot of rum to calm my needle-phobic nerves after the procedure!
I had a basic workup done and lab work as well. The Doctor sat with me for a prolonged period of time and even apologised that the bloodwork results would take about two hours and we would have to return. We went for lunch and I had my results and another long session with the Doctor afterwards. And my cholesterol is down! Again, cost less than a regular visit in the States! Starting to notice a pattern here?
Bruce had need of a dentist and we LOVE Dr. Nedd. She's a dental surgeon and has the BEST bedside manner. Healthcare here is just simple, no-nonsense, no waiting, no huge cost and basic goodness. So maybe the equipment isn't the latest and greatest... maybe the air conditioning was on the fritz... but we're good with that. The Dental Surgeon did Bruce's cleaning!!! He got partial dentures made for less than the cost of a basket of groceries!!!
With all of our needs met and expectations exceeded... what else is there? That leaves time between boat projects to enjoy the island where life is slow and easy.
A closer look reveals the beauty that is everywhere. It's in the regal bearing of the ladies as they walk the streets. It's in the lilting music of the voices we hear from many countries. It's in the sparkling sunshine both warm and the liquid variety.
|Cruise ships are often in port|
|The beautiful cemetery on the hill above St. George's|
|Iconic Christ of the Deep|
A short bus ride gets us to this awesome spot where a vendor rents chairs for a few bucks a day. He also has cold water and beer and many times, other vendors will come by selling anything from burgers to cake - as well as trinkets. But they soon learn that we aren't the average tourist. No... we live here! So the BS dissipates and the prices come down and we aren't bothered as insistently as the folks from the cruise ships. We are left to relax and enjoy the paradise unruffled.
|We laughed and laughed that day as the waves rolled us in the sand! Here is Bruce about to get his pants packed!|
|Nothing better to do than watch these crabs remove sand balls from their homes!|
|The perfect moment|
|Vendors waiting for the lunch crowd up the beach at the Spice and Craft Market|
Drinks and food flowed freely from the little bar and prices were not bad at all.
|Our little bay in the late afternoon.|
|Stunning views become commonplace|
Then there are the simple dinners with friends. Friends are what makes Cruising Life go around. We are all out here, far away from our families and long-time friends from "home". We form friendships that are different from those. They burn fast and bright, then we say goodbye, and it's OK. Hopefully we will see these faces again, but if not, we will always have the unique memories of our times spent here in Paradise where only a fortunate few have been.
If it was Friday night, chances were good that we could be found at either Options, or the Container Park. Just up the road from the Budget Marine, toward the University, there are two collections of restaurant/bar vendors that are literally working out of shipping containers - thus the name Container Park.
Cruisers would join university students there for a wide variety of foods from different countries. The Cuban Corner and the Schwarma place were our favorites and it was always a struggle to choose which one to eat each week. What wonderful times we had sharing meals and drinks with "The Cool Kids" where there are never any changes in season or work woes to stress us out. Just boat projects! There was always someone with whom to commiserate about whatever boat issues were driving you wild that week... It's good to have people around who understand the travails of Cruising Life!
|Cindy, Karen, Marge (bottom left to right) Me and Pip|
|Looks a little devilish, doesn't she?|
|Girls Secrets and support aided by awesome pina coladas!|
|We even invited the boys along one day! Fewer shenanigans but fun too!|
|We've seen many full moons over these bays, and every one was stunning!|
These and so many other little things have filled the hours, days, weeks and months that have made this year-PLUS just fly by. So many slow, lazy days... So many frenzied days in which the rule "Never try to do more than one thing in a day." is proven again and again. We've been tired, we've been amazed, we've been frustrated, and we've felt so incredibly fortunate... All of it has come together to make Grenada a profoundly beloved place in our hearts. Grenada, we will always love you!