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Ft Lauderdale, Florida As we left Nassua Harbor, the weather was good so we changed our plans (again). Instead of a...
The passages between the islands in the Grenadines were getting shorter and shorter. On the trip from Tobago Cays to Mayreau (pronounced My-row) we didn’t even bother to put the sails up, as it would have taken longer to get them up and back down than it took for the whole trip. So after about 45 minutes, we where nicely anchored in Salt Whistle Bay, Mayreau.
A thin strip of white sand beach separated the boats in the bay from the wind and waves on the windward side of the island. You could hear and see the waves breaking on the windward beach, while looking at the tranquil waters in the bay.
As the day went on, more and more boats squeezed into the tiny bay, making for very close quarters. Berkeley East has a mind of her own and sailed from side to side while at anchor, making the anchorage even tighter.
Mayreau is a very small island and we walked from end to end. The views from the church at the top of the island were spectacular; we could see all of the Grenadines from Bequia in the north to Union Island just south of us.
During our walk we came across some fellow Caribbean 1500 cruisers / friends eating lunch in the local Rasta restaurant. The owner had joined us telling stories, including how he was named after Bob Marley.
After just one night we headed further south to Union Island.