Villa Lodge Hotel Breezeville Kingstown

Bailey dropped us at the ferry dock and we are finally on our way to Bequia. It was an easy 1 hour ferry ride from St Vincent to Bequia. There was no shortage of cabs when we disembarked. Tha cabs are all pick up trucks with covered beds and padded seating. We felt a little strange hopping in the first time but it will become second nature in the coming days. We checked into our accomodations at Lower Bay (all of the beaches are called Bays ...

Bequai to St Vincent (the main Grenadine island) was via the regular ferry service &#8211; through very rough waters &#8211; every muscle was tensed to hang on and keep the status quo! Charlie met us on arrival and we went to the hotel (Beachcomber) to meet up with Jo, and Ben and Clair. <br><br>We were taken in a minibus along the coast and up into the interior for the volcano trek. No checks had been made as to our fitness/ability etc. and the climb was ...

Stebuklingas ilipimas! Na apie viska is eiles... Keliuosi 04:30 nes iki aerouosto virs valandos vaziuoti. St Lucia turi 2 aeruostus skirtinguose salies galuose. Nesamone. Dabar apie tai kokia sekminga diena buvo: 1. Lektuvas skrido per Barbados ir atskristi i St Vincent pavelavo tik 1 val, kai pries tai (cia jau buvau lapkriti) velavo virs 2 valandu ir panasu, kad veluoja pastoviai. Jei paveluotu daugiau nei 1 val butu neuzteke laiko... 2. Jau budamas Barbadose ...

... wall in the market said that we, as buyers had the right not to be molested by sellers grabbing our arms and putting samples of fruit in our mouths. They are an aggressive group. We heard about the full moon eclipse and it was a bit difficult, but I was able to stay up until the prime viewing time of 11:00 pm. I had to wake Chris up. I had such a wonderful time lounging on the deck in my jammies, swaying with the breeze. I enjoyed the music ...

... saw all sorts of multi-coloured fish, turtles and iguanas (and I invented a whole new type of sunburn). After lunchtime beers (which followed morning beers) we crashed out in the hammocks on deck. The crew showed me the basics of hauling the sails up and down, and I showed them the basics of tipping beers up and down. The other passengers were champions too, and me and 2 girls in the US Peace Corp agreed to go hiking in St Vincent later in the week. Every so often, a ...

... sailing excursions departing from Admiralty Bay. Launched in 1967, The Friendship Rose was originally commissioned to carry fertilizer between the islands, before becoming the Grenadines official mail boat and later serving as the ferry between Bequia and St. Vincent. Today its sole responsibility is to usher tourist to and from Bequia and such romantic Grenadine destinations as Mustique, Caanouan and the Tobago ...

... about the boats we had seen taking the short cut through the reef from the Tobago Cays to Canouan. With zero visibility that must have been a nightmare though I have little sympathy because the front was very visible as it moved toward us. So here we are waiting out the nasty weather. We just spoke on the radio with South of Reality. They are anchored on the other end of Mayreau in Saline Bay. We made plans to catch up in a few days on Carriacou. Today we will complete this ...

... to and drank at every available oppurtunity, it became pretty OK after that! As we sat there, drinking, tying knots or looking surly (thought my mate Pete was following my lead, then realised he's short sighted, it's a fine line) we got to see the weird and wonderful goings on, Orlando (deadly boring, no personality) walking past trying to look like Johnny Depp, Kiera (jumped up, looks like a 12yr boy- trust me, saw her in a bikini) swanning around with a man- mountain ...

... and again, and again.... Badly and getting worse as I drank more whiskey... 'Knock on wood' was one, then 'Addicted to Love' then I forget, just kept singing whatever came up on the old screen, until the bar was empty and the whiskey was finished. Perhaps the last time I sing publicly? Alas this fun and games only lasted the night, because the next night, after coming back from our bongo drum class (don't ask) we found the someone had broken into the boat, and we ...

... Fried Chicken. They are real proud of that. Apparently there was a McDonalds here at one time, but the islanders don't eat red meat and it closed. I guess that explains the cows walking around without a care in the world. We ended up in the dock area where there was a lot of activity going on. He explained the fishermen had just returned with their catches for the fishing contest. He excitedly took me over to the largest group of men and I saw what they ...