Walk over to Tyrell Bay

We have not been sleeping well, I think it is partly the heat and when the breeze dies, it is pretty stifling down in our bedroom. Which does not help my blocked ear. Rowan went snorkelling again I’m keeping my ear out of the water today as it is so bunged up, such a shame in this heat, but I desperately don’t want to risk an ear infection. He managed to take his charged Go Pro this time and got some good shots of the rays and coral.

Lobster trying to hide!

It’s just such a lovely spot here, and lovely to have the island more or less to ourselves. The creepy Austrian is anchored miles off, to avoid mooring fees! There is so much activity with the gulls and pelicans, all about and when a shoal of fish come leaping by there is a riot of noise and splashing, with the fast dive bombing of terns (I’ve identified it as a roseate tern, gorgeous little bird) and pelicans. I think the gulls are called laughing gulls, identified by their very black head and feet. Very aptly named as they love to roost on the boat, and laugh when Rowan gets cross because they are crapping all over his precious Pole Pole!

In the afternoon we headed back to Paradise bar, and asked Alison if we could leave Jeldi Jeldi there while we walked over to Tyrell bay. It was incredibly hot but worthwhile having an insight into the local’s lives. There is one main road and every other house has a little shop in it selling anything and booze. Beautiful colourful places and such neat shops, but not a customer in sight. They are catering for their local community so I guess it is always quiet, it is part of the slow pace of life here I guess. Everyone is so chatty and friendly, ranging from the ultimate Rasta to old fashioned Victorian manners. We walked over the slight incline to Tyrell bay the biggest marina on Carriacou, and were very pleased we didn’t do our quarantine here as they have put them up a mangrove creek, which is full of mosquitoes and Dengue fever. Just heard today Martinique has officially declared a Dengue fever epidemic from 5 June. So glad we’re not there now! It was a lovely stroll along the main beach full of tiny bars mainly closed, but quite a few open with locals and what looks like a few hardened ‘live aboard’ characters. It certainly made us very pleased to be anchored off Sandy Island as there were a lot of boats in the bay.

Abandoned Pole Pole at Sandy Island.

Tyrell Bay, with the masts of the quarantine boats up the mangrove creek.

Loads of boats at Tyrell Bay.

The poisonous Manchineel trees line the beach

Gorgeous old house we found on our return down some back roads.

We did not know at the time this was our last clear picture before the white out of the Sahara Sand storm.

Every kind of boat….

Got back to the Paradise bar gasping for a drink, and neither of us feeling we could cope with their rum punch or strong gin, so settled for beers. We had the most delicious smoothie, which filled us up so much we couldn’t face anything to eat, especially as we had shared a delicious chicken roti over in Tyrell Bay. Back to Pole Pole for an avo salad followed by fruit salad for supper and the last of our local yoghurt.