We set off from the marina at around half two in the morning and headed north to Grenada. It was slow and painful, but at least I was moving. Once we got into open water, I went back to sleep. I’m proud to announce that my scurvy landlubber credentials are still thoroughly intact as I spent the entire day yelling at Neptune, if you get my meaning.
I still feel like I’m moving now. Ted, John and Linda took it with good grace (thank you!) and I am more than a little embarrassed by the whole affair. Pizza and beer before getting on a yacht? Never again!
We reached Prickly Bay, Grenada at 3pm and after thanking the crew profusely (and apologising for all the Technicolor yawns) I raced over to the capital, St. Georges, for the boat over to Carriacou Island, right up by St. Vincent and the Grenadines.
It was there I discovered that Week One of my adventures have been featured on the front page of YouTube UK. I did a little dance. But the dance was cut short when the authorities told me I couldn’t press on to Union Island in the Grenadines until the following morning. Damn. I get the feeling this stage of the journey is going to take a lot longer than expected…