{"id":73,"date":"2007-02-03T00:50:53","date_gmt":"2007-02-03T00:50:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/sabbatical3.net\/blog\/2007\/02\/03\/re-union\/"},"modified":"2025-10-01T17:03:14","modified_gmt":"2025-10-01T17:03:14","slug":"re-union","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sabbatical3.net\/blog\/?p=73","title":{"rendered":"Re-Union"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>We started out our day on Thursday by taking a dinghy ride out<br \/>\nto the far northern point of Canouan&#8217;s Charlestown Bay to do<br \/>\nsome snorkeling.  It looked like a pretty spot, but there was<br \/>\ntoo much swell on one side to land the dinghy, and on a<br \/>\nneighboring beach the water was all churned up with sand.  We<br \/>\nreturned to the boat for a little swim before weighing anchor<br \/>\nand setting out for new sights.  We tried to get into the pretty<br \/>\npalm tree lined harbor in Mayreau, but it was chock full of<br \/>\nboats and we couldn&#8217;t even consider staying there.  We decided<br \/>\nthat Chatham Bay in Union would be a good spot to go as it is<br \/>\nprotected from the north where swells were expected. We had a<br \/>\ngreat sail there &#8211; and everyone was thrilled with the place.  It<br \/>\nis a beautiful quiet harbour facing some very high green lush<br \/>\nlooking hills and lined with a white sand beach.  There is a guy<br \/>\nthere whose boat &#8220;Shark Attack&#8221; is something of a legend among<br \/>\nboaters.  He prepares terrific beach barbecues for a reasonable<br \/>\nprice &#8211; with as many people there as he can sign on from the<br \/>\nvisiting boats. We signed on for dinner, although his helper<br \/>\nwarned us that there were no langostine available that night.<br \/>\nJust an hour or so before we left the boat to go to shore to<br \/>\neat, a boat came by with two local fisherman selling langostine.<br \/>\n  As they held up a huge one, Brock motioned him over and asked<br \/>\nif he could buy one, have the guy deliver it to Shark Attack,<br \/>\nand have Shark Attack include it in the barbecue.  It seemed as<br \/>\nif the guy was not thrilled about working with Shark Attack, but<br \/>\nhe was thrilled to have Brock&#8217;s money, so they arranged for two<br \/>\nlarge langostine to be purchased and delivered in time for the<br \/>\ndinner.  We went to shore and wandered along the beautiful beach<br \/>\nfor a while before dinner &#8211; watching the full moon rise.  There<br \/>\nwere about  20 other people eating when we did, although no-one<br \/>\nseemed particularly interested in getting to know us. One group<br \/>\nhad brought a huge picnic cooler filled with wines and drinks<br \/>\nand who knows what else.  We had our one little bottle of wine<br \/>\nwith us. The &#8220;restaurant&#8221; was on the beach &#8211; three wooden picnic<br \/>\ntables overhung with simple tarps  and a gas lantern on each<br \/>\ntable.  Shark Attack and his two assistants were working in the<br \/>\ndark at a couple of huge grills.   We had our own table and<br \/>\nfeasted on langostine, fresh tuna, barbecued chicken, roasted<br \/>\npotatoes and cole-slaw and rice.  Afterwards a local guy with a<br \/>\nguitar and pretty much the worst voice I have ever heard<br \/>\nseranaded us.  We made a polite exit as soon as we could get<br \/>\naway from him and took another quick walk down the beach to see<br \/>\nwhat was happening at the other two restaurants that were open.<br \/>\n  We felt so sad for the other proprieters as both of their<br \/>\nplaces were completed devoid of visitors.  They looked longingly<br \/>\nat us and invited us to visit their places, but we were full and<br \/>\nslightly drunk already, so we had to say no  and dinghied back<br \/>\nto the boat under a bright moon and clear skies.<\/p>\n<p>Today, Friday we spent the morning on the beach.  It turned out<br \/>\nto be an incredible place to snorkel- millions of silvery fish<br \/>\ndarting around the rocks that lined the shore.  It looked like a<br \/>\nscene in a Disney movie &#8211; just a solid wall of fish glittering<br \/>\nin the water.  Mom came in to snorkel at least<br \/>\n  three times, really loving the water and the fish.   After a<br \/>\nfew hours, we had to leave the beach because we wanted to get<br \/>\nback to the other side of Union to make sure we found a good<br \/>\nanchorage for the night in Clifton Harbour.  Lucky we left when<br \/>\nwe did.  We arrived in Clifton at about 3:30, and by 5:00 the<br \/>\nweather changed and we found ourselves bracing up against an<br \/>\nincredibly long stretch of storms.  The anchorage was so full<br \/>\nwhen we arrived that we ended up anchoring much closer to<br \/>\nanother boat than we would have liked.  The owner of the other<br \/>\nboat was standing on his deck glaring at us ( for good reason),<br \/>\nuntil he finally called out to Mark that he would like him to<br \/>\nlet out more chain.  I went up on deck when it calmed a little<br \/>\nbit and we dropped some more chain.  Although we ended up with a<br \/>\npretty good distance between us I have a feeling it may be a<br \/>\nnight where Mark or I gets up at least once to have a peek<br \/>\naround.  It was too stormy to go to town for dinner, so we<br \/>\nmanaged to put together a nice pasta and chicken dinner.<br \/>\nTomorrow morning Cathy, Brock and Shirl will all leave and Mark<br \/>\nand I will prepare for our big sail to Bonaire&#8230;..<\/p>\n<p>L.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>We started out our day on Thursday by taking a dinghy ride out to the far northern point of Canouan&#8217;s Charlestown Bay to do some snorkeling. It looked like a pretty spot, but there was too much swell on one side to land the dinghy, and on a neighboring beach the water was all churned &hellip; <\/p>\n<p class=\"link-more\"><a href=\"https:\/\/sabbatical3.net\/blog\/?p=73\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Re-Union&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[21,1],"tags":[21],"class_list":["post-73","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-caribbean","category-other","tag-caribbean"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/sabbatical3.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/73","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/sabbatical3.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/sabbatical3.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sabbatical3.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sabbatical3.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=73"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/sabbatical3.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/73\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/sabbatical3.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=73"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sabbatical3.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=73"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sabbatical3.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=73"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}