Dream Beach at Pirates' Bay

Two blond heads, arms like rotarblades. A couple "outward-bound" girls are swimming from the anchored "Spirit of Mass." to the beach on Pirates' Bay. Quite a swim. And then back again, before breakfast.
But the "Babette" crew has some chores to do first. We raise and furl the foresail while the wind is down. We're glad that it furls; that's one of the things that needs repairing in Trinidad. Then another sewing job on the 20 year old spray hood.

Then we take a hike to "Pirate's Bay". Good, sweaty exercise, up and down the hills on the dirt paths. Along the way a bright blue flash, just in front of us: a Motmot. We now know! Bush-lined concrete steps lead down to the little sandy beach. It's narrow and a few others share it. Also some Rastafari's selling carved coconuts. Our yellow, black and white tits ("kjøttmeis")will be surprised to find their sunflower seeds in a new coconut feeder with two carved "love-birds' on top! Won't it look lovely in the snow?

Meanwhile, we cool off in Pirates' Bay. The sand slopes gently under blue green water, as the surf rolls gently in. There's coral reefs on the outer edge. Next time we'll remember the masks!