So, what on earth can keep us so busy that the days are flying by, you might ask?
We usually start the day with the Cruiser's Net at 7:30. Each day a different host gets on the VHF radio and we all religiously listen in and participate when needed - getting an update on security issues and the weather, filling in the calendar with upcoming social activities, trading/selling "treasures of the bilge", and getting the lo-down on local businesses and services available to us. There's been a huge effort recently on the part of the cruising community down here to raise funds and goods to help provide relief to Dominica following tropical storm Erika, which has all come together on the Net.
Mondays and Thursdays often continue with yoga up at the marina restaurant and on Sundays, Wednesdays and Fridays we play volleyball in the afternoon. There's also dominos, trivia, bridge, euchre, tai chi, and many other activities - hence why we call it Camp Grenada.
|Dinghies heading in for volleyball - the 'kid boat' in front of us has gathered up 11 teenagers from various boats to come in and play ball with us.|
|Raking up the sargassum|
|Lugging it down the beach by the cart load - thankfully it rained and was nice and cooling, but misted up the camera a bit.|
|The growing pile of wet, salty weed.|
|A nice clean beach, and we picked up some garbage as well.|
|Next day the truck arrived to carry it all away.|
|Enjoying a rum punch at Nimrod's before Friday fish night at Taffy's.|
|For the last hash we gathered at the National Stadium - on our return it was like running into an Olympic stadium with the huge satisfaction of having completed the run.|
|The only thing keeping us on the trail at this point is following the person in front of you - the hares had slashed through the undergrowth to get us to the top of this particular hill.|
|The National Stadium where we started out.|
|We finally emerged from the bush onto this beautifully tendered garden, but still incredibly steep and tiring.|
|Another glimpse of the view of old Fort George beside the Carenage bay.|
|The end of the hash usually includes a bit of public shaming - here the "wizard sleeve" is employed on someone who complained about the food at the last hash. Just try to hit your mouth with the beer in your hand and not soak yourself in the process.|
|I can't remember what these two did but they had to drink from the "dotty potty". Warm, foamy beer (yum).|
But, before we get to work, we just wanted to fit in one more hike up at Grand Etang - repeating the Qua Qua to Concord hike we did in the rain a few weeks ago. This time no rain and what an enjoyable time it was with a new group of folks, who rather wondered what they were in for as we marched them through mud and river. It's still a rain forest so never really dries out.
|Carla and Robert trying to avoid some of the mud early on the trail. Legs and shoes were definitely not this colour at the end.|
|One of the views we couldn't truly appreciate on the previous hike. It's like a giant green shag carpet was laid over a child's papier macher diorama.|
|Climbing up to the top of the wind-blown peak.|
|We finally reached the turnoff to Concord. Tonya, David, Carla Robert & Jackie still smiling after the ascent.|
|Now heading down to Concord and picking our way through the river boulders.|
|Time to clean off and cool off in one of the little pools along the way.|