Location: Bequia, St. Vincent And The Grenadines

Today was a much sunnier start to the day than the previous days; the sun poked its cheeky little face through the clouds to remind us of its oh so glorious ability to dry our wet clothes and keep us warm. The morning was made even better by the wondrous aromas coming from the galley as the chefs cooked some beautiful waffles, bacon, and veggie patties. After a nice warming breakfast and with the sun still out, a few shipmates got some laundry done to take advantage of those beautiful UV rays (To clarify, for, later on, it rained very heavily, and everything got wet again, but there is always tomorrow right?…). At 10 am sharp (because this skipper doesn’t allow for tardiness), we began runs to shore to set off to the Old Hegg Turtle Sanctuary. Run by Brother King, the aim of the project is monitoring beaches, checking nests, trying to protect mother turtles and eggs from poachers, collecting hatchlings, and taking them to the sanctuary to keep them safe during the most vulnerable years of their life, generally all good stuff for the most part.

The afternoon saw many of the shipmates exploring the shops and shores of Bequia; some even decided to try out small boat sailing with rousing success (Apart from the capsize), while others studied the local crafts and food of Bequia, one of which is the art of scrimshaw, by which the artist carefully chisels intricate designs into ivory or in this case whalebone. Bequia is one of the few remaining places allowed to legally catch and kill whales, but with a limit of only four a year and more often or not they don’t catch any, it’s a reasonably sustainable practice that ties together an entire community of people whereby everyone gets a piece of the whale.

The crew later returned to the boat at 3 pm sharp (remember the bit about being tardy) to have showers and partake in Leadership class, where they asked some of life’s biggest questions, such as why are pizzas round but come in a square box? Why do we use the term sleeping like a baby when babies often wake up crying at ungodly hours? How can you tell when you run out of invisible ink? And, of course, relevant to today, if a turtle doesn’t have a shell, is it homeless or naked?? I must clarify at this point I was provisioning during this time, so I have no idea what was discussed in class, but I like to imagine my questions above were among the talking points, and I bet I got you all thinking, didn’t I?……….

After class, we had a wonderful dinner of deep-fried chicken, chips, and veggies. It was finger lichen good, for obvious reasons of another popular chicken chain. I couldn’t use the licking for copyright issues, so instead used Lichen, which is an organism comprised of algae, fungus, and often cyanobacteria, but could also be pronounced similar to licking. See, it’s fun to learn. Anyway, I digress, the meal was delicious and put everyone in great spirits and full stomachs before a well-needed night out on the glimmering town of Bequia, after which everyone returned to the boat to sleep like babies.