Location: Port Elizabeth, Bequia
Now anchored in the picturesque Admiralty Bay, Argo fits right in with the umpteen yachts moored in the outer bay of Bequia’s blue waters. After breakfast, as usual, followed by marine bio, we broke into groups for half-day sessions of BA to give some love back to Argo, partaking in the same roles we assumed for the previous boat appreciation in Barbados. With the morning off, some of us decided to explore the island– and we were not disappointed. Walking around, we took in the sights of outdoor craft and fruit stands, and a multitude of colorful Caribbean buildings. When we peeked our heads into one, we were offered samples of mango and passionfruit, and a fruit new to many of us, soursop. I was struck by how friendly the vendors were (so much fruit was consumed!) and how they didn’t hassle us to buy their goods. After ambling throughout the waterfront area, we started the stroll back to the dock. Our walk was briefly interrupted by a man named Julian, who convinced Jess and me to buy food from him, and the name of what we ate we still don’t really know. But the important part was that it was delicious! He was super friendly, and we had a long conversation about diving and the turtle hatchery that we are set to visit tomorrow.
Once we made it back to Argo with full stomachs, the afternoon BA group set out to do some work. We did a deep clean of the deck and down below, and had fun polishing and buffing the topsides. Trying to polish and buff the sides of Argo from the dinghy is a struggle, but we figured out a rotating system that worked, with one person designated the official dinghy holder. Their sole job was to hold onto Argo. It doesn’t sound like a huge role, but it made the world of a difference when trying to aggressively polish and buff the topsides effectively and without going for an unintentional swim.
After being in the sun for the majority of the day, a jump in showers was welcome. During that time, we were met by a man named Willy, who rowed up to Argo in hopes of selling jewelry made from whale tooth and bone, coconut, and shell. In Bequia, traditional whale hunting is still in practice, and there is a limit of 4 whales annually, not that they always fulfill that quota. After most of Argo happily bought jewelry from him, Willy rowed away in his little boat, holding up a sheet as a sail (see photo). Post dinner, we had oceanography and sang our best rendition of Happy Birthday in celebration of Patrick. I can’t wait to see what adventures we’ll have for the rest of the week in Bequia!