We met Bike Tyson
Yesterday’s biking excursion was definitely a winner. Everyone involved with the trip was very professional and friendly, especially our “guide,” Bike Tyson. I put guide in quotes because following the initial introduction to the bikes and the trails, we were left on our own to explore for as long as we chose. That introduction was first rate though and we were both entertained and educated. Tyson is very knowledgeable of both the history of the area and the flora and fauna in the park. We only wish it had been a few months from now because we could have filled our boat with mangoes, avocados, breadfruit and more.
Even the beginner bike trails were fun for us with the super serious trails being pretty much impossible. It was suggested to us that we not attempt to ride the most difficult one, the Tinker Trail, and instead hike to the top for the view. We were also challenged by Tyson to beat his time to the top: 8 minutes. As you might imagine, Rebecca and I worked very hard to top that time, even jogging up some of the steeper portions (we had our stop watch running). I think that was about as close to a heart attack as I have come to in the recent past and we still only managed to do it in 14:20. You know you’ve climbed a steep hill when you find a bell at the top that you are to ring, signaling that you actually made it!
After riding and hiking for a bit more than 3 hours, we decided to head back to our boat and make ready to up anchor. We had decided to check our charts and find an anchorage a bit further south to stage for an early morning departure for Bequia. This is when the drama ensued. Apparently, as we were leaving the beach in our dinghy, we ran over a couple of fishing lines that a power boat was trolling behind it. The Captain, who appeared to have a couple of pale-faced tourists on board with him, followed us back to our boat to confront us. He was right, we must have run over his lines as we found some of it still wrapped around our prop. If he hadn’t been so confrontational and kept whining like a female dog, I might have felt inclined to compensate him in some small way for my mistake. Instead he just made me angry so I told him to get lost. It may have taken us 4000 miles* but we have finally managed to piss someone off. Oh well.
After picking up our anchors, we motor-sailed along the coast, ultimately stopping in the southern-most anchorage, Vieux Fort. Even though we were quite removed from the town and most other boats, we still had a bit of company. First we were visited by some official looking people in a police-type boat who wanted to know how long we intended to stay. I told them that we were only planning on getting a few hours of sleep and then would be leaving at around 3:00 AM. They seemed happy with that and left. Shortly thereafter, a woman approached us in her dinghy to let us know that she and her husband were from the catamaran just down from us and that they had just been robbed by some youths who swam out to their boat while they were on shore. Fortunately they came back to see the thieves swimming away with their stuff and because they confronted them, they dropped all of the loot and ran. That was very nice of the lady to come and tell us that and we’re now quite happy that we won’t be staying.
In spite of that one negative, and the unhappy fisherman, and the customs agents who apparently think that if they were to smile they would be unable to properly do their jobs, we have really enjoyed St. Lucia. Everyone has been super friendly to us and not in the fake way you find some others are when you know that they are really after something. People here just seem genuinely nice. We like that.
*I said 4000 miles because it sounded good. I really don’t have an accurate idea how many miles we have traveled since leaving Canada.
**Posted while sailing about 2 miles offshore of St. Vincent.
Anchorage: Vieux Fort, St. Lucia
Internet on boat with Alfa: No. We were anchored quite far away from town though.
Internet on boat without Alfa: No.
Internet on shore: NA