We reluctantly left Bequia for Mustique.  Although not on a strict schedule, we did have to get to Grenada to catch return home flights, and we wanted to have a comfy cushion.   I’m sure we will be back and get another chance to do some more exploring, history learning, and getting to know more about the culture and people.

Mustique is a somewhat unique island in that it is  basically a completely private island.  Fortunately, they still allow cruisers to visit and are very accommodating to those that do.  Hopefully cruisers will continue to respect their rules and wishes so that this tradition can continue long into the future.  You can read more about their most interesting history here.

We encountered another unpredicted squall just a few miles away, but we managed to ease our way into the bay without incident and it cleared up for our final approach.

Entering the bay – you would never know that a few minutes ago it was storming

We got settled, and dinghied in to find out our best route to the Cotton Club hotel/restaurant (Sir James Mitchel had insisted that we try this place).  The cabs were overpriced, so we decided to take the dinghy over – it wasn’t that far, maybe a mile or so.  Some of the locals thought it would be fun to buzz by us and give us a taste of their wake, but otherwise, the trip was uneventful.

The restaurant was pricey for this part of the world, but the food was pretty incredible.

What should I have?

View from our table

We had a fantastic lunch before heading back to the boat to do some snorkeling.  Afterwards, Anna Marie and I headed into shore to see if we could get our hands on some fresh produce or fish.  Everything was closed, but one of the locals said they would send a fisherman to the boat if they came back with a catch.  Sure enough, shortly after sunset, one of the local fisherman came to the boat with a barracuda.  The price was right and it was extremely tasty.

Heading into town – there isn’t much there

Grocery store

Flamboyant tree petals on the bed of a truck. The RK is in the background

ABS (another beautiful sunset) with Bequia in the background

Christopher cleaning a freshly caught barracuda for us

The next morning, we headed in to try to find some trails to hike.  The guidebook spoke of one that sounded nice and we headed off to find it.  The Harbormaster gave us some directions that I didn’t really understand, but Anna Marie felt confident and off we went.

The water was beautiful

Overcast skies prevented the camera from capturing the full extent of just how pretty it was

We continued to walk along the road looking for the trail and the salt pond.  The road was lined with poisonous manchineel trees.  Although it wasn’t raining, the leaves were wet from an earlier shower and drops were falling when the wind came along.  We did our best to not get dripped on.

You had to stand under the trees to read the sign…

We continued down the road until it ended.  We found the salt pond, and Anna Marie insisted that the trail at the end of the road was where we needed to go, but there was a private property sign next to the trail and it was impossible to know if the sign referred to the trail, or the property to the right of the trail.  As the guidebook was very particular about staying off private property, I insisted we go back.

When we got back to the Harbormaster’s office, he told us that indeed Anna Marie was correct, but we were not going to go back.  We had all had enough of dodging poisonous water droplets and it looked like we might get some more rain.

Instead, we walked through the small town before heading back to the boat to do some more snorkeling with the turtles.  Christopher showed up again that night.  This time with a fish called caballa.  It was even tastier than the barracuda.

The following morning, Jason and I prepared the boat for departure, while Anna Marie and Dan headed to town to get a few overpriced provisions for the next couple days.  There are no stores at our next destination – Tobago Cays.



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