Spring House Bequia

... to say the least….the guide led us at a steady pace as we passed through the rain forest with towering bamboo etc. providing much needed shade. A stop at a flowing stream was very welcome too – but when we were told this was a quarter of the way up – I nearly gave up! But pride is a marvellous motivator, so it was onward and upward, and upward, and upward, until the half way point, where we met a party on the way down who looked shell ...

... Conversely, dear Zoot was hanging on to the steering wheel with a modicum of ease - although his feet were airborne. And there we were crashing our way through canyons of black water with white, drenching, malicious crests. However, for the last 45 seconds we came into the lee of "Friendship Bay", Bequia, and we parted company with Zoot (and $300 EC), and, drenched through we wandered up the beach to find a taxi.
The Firefly hotel is unique (set ...

... Terrific sport, and unlike real tennis you don't need whites and trainers to play!
The island itself is incredibly beautiful and natural. Only three miles long by one and a half wide, it is a story of 2 coasts. The Atlantic east coast is a series of bays and coves - so beautiful - pounded by waves, but with the amazing turquoise water that you see in photographs. The western side of the island is sheltered ...

... a bar side swing, which was my exact vantage point when I first met the Andersons. But like that meeting, the current one is brief as we both approach the buffet from opposite sides and go our separate ways. The spread before me looks more like a work of art in a Guggenheim museum than something I should eat, but eat I do. Starting on one end of the floral lined table, I fill my plate with rice, pastas, juicy crescent wedges ...

... found among coral reefs- also endangered. Over the past century the hawksbill population has experienced a decrease of at least 80%. This genocide of their species is due to continued illegal poaching for their shells, loss of habitation for coastal development, disorientation by hatchlings trying to reach the ocean as a result of beach lights, hungry predators, watercraft injuries and commercial fishing. It was these ...

... eyeballs - the very problems that the visitors want to forget." When to Go Although Bequia's tropical climate makes it an ideal year-round destination, the best time to go is during the dry months. The dry season runs from approximately January to May and the rainy season from June through December, with July being the wettest. From September to November hurricanes are always a potentially dangerous occurrence ...

... to FS. Al chose to use Ullie's men to clean Free Spirit's barnacle encrusted bottom. We later learned from other cruisers that both the Lagoon and the Marina are known for this problem. Once her bottom was cleaned, we were ready to head south. It was blowing over 20 so we chose to avoid the funneling effect at the Pitons and overnighted on a mooring at Anse Couchon. At 6 AM we set sail for St. Vincent and what a spectacular sail it was! We ate up the 35 miles to Wallilabou in ...

... as well so you need to get there early if you want to spend a night or two. You can arrive by plane and stay at one of the two hotels on the island of course. The most famous would be the 5 star luxurious Cottonhouse - if you can swing the cash for a stay there, which is around a measly 700-1000 US$ pr. night.... I think the anchorage-fee was kind of expensive there as well, no doubt to keep the "riff-raff" out of ...

... there or if they were just loitering around the pumps, nonetheless they assured us that they had no popcorn to offer). We all then set out to the beach on Lower Bay by Susuki jeep with Matty at the wheel. He did his British heritage proud, quickly mastering the right-side steering, and assures us that he wasn't meaning to signal, rather he meant to flash the windshield wipers in approval at some approaching young women on the turn into town. At the beach, Liam was the ...

... before I said something really stupid like 'so... your Mick Jagger then are you?' or 'Music... I hear your'e into it a bit?' I walked off completely light headed. Then to complete the night, after I sat down at our table, some blonde chick behind me started playing with my hair, here we go I thought.... "hello, whats your name?' 'Paul, how about you? 'I'm Jane, Jane Hillfiger' Right, just met Tommies niece, but you know what I thought? Ive just met Mick Jagger ...