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Our Godson, Morgan Bentley, Charlie's partner Dean Cannon, and his
wife Ellen,
flew down to sail with us for a week. It was fun having them on the
boat, especially since Dean and Ellen were celebrating their second
wedding anniversary. Morgan's wife could not come and we missed her.
We swam, we fished,
we sailed and we laughed. Morgan and Dean were college roommates and
having them together was at times like have two stand-up comics keeping
the repartee flowing. Ellen is no slacker when it comes to lively
talk and she kept us regaled with stories also.
Bequia is one
of the most charming harbors in the Caribbean and the people on Bequia
work to keep it clean and convenient. The local boatman, Nappy, was
there for us when we needed a taxi, when we needed information and
on our return from our sail to Mustique, a mooring close to the beach.
Mustique is the exclusive island of rock stars and royalty.
In Bequia the local laundry will pick up from your boat, do your laundry,
and return it for a reasonable price. The restaurants are numerous
and we returned to the one we had visited about twenty years ago,
the Frangipanni, and found it was still very good. If anything, Bequia
has improved over the years.
We found Rodney,
a boy we met twenty years ago, now a man. Life has not been kind to
Rodney for drugs seem to have derailed his life. Whether you are in
Bequia or Atlanta, the results are the same sad outcome. He was glad
to see us and remembered us from so long ago. He was such a bright
kid, we had high hopes for him and were sad to see things had not
turned out well.
We toured Bequia
and we toured St. Vincent. On St. Vincent we had a driver/philosopher
that kept us on the edge of our seats with his hair raising driving.
We think the driving definitely went downhill after we had taken a
walk and he had a chance to indulge in some of the local "relaxation
therapy." We were thankful to get out of the van unscathed and
will long remember his statements, followed usually by, "Don't
ever doubt it." The thread of life is fragile, especially riding
in taxis in far off places.
We visited the whaling museum and the turtle sanctuary. We looked
at markets and local artists' wares. We did the tourist things for
we are tourists. We sailed to St. Lucia to bid our young friends goodbye
for their early morning flight back to the world of reality.
( We enjoyed
their visit and hope the memories they carried home will be good ones.
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