Friday the 13th, in harbour

Splashing rain, hard, gusty wind all night and morning. Nope, don't think Friday the 13th is a good day to sail away. We'll just "clear out" (immigration/ customs)There are a lot of Norwegian and Danish boats in now. "Noravind" and Danish "Jonna" among others have anchored, after a struggle, today. And "The Anchorage Yacht Club" will be the meeting place at their "happy hour". Hope the dinghy ride back against the wind doesn't soak us completely!
And tomorrow noon-ish we think we'll brave the wind and currents agaist us and head for Tobago, otherwise just 18 hours away, in fair winds and seas. "Oh,just a two day North Sea crossing" the captain promises, cheerfully. "But, take your seasickness tablets."

It's not Friday the 13th for nothing: poor little "Babettina",the dinghy, punctured at the "Anchorage Yacht Club" pier. By a nail that apparently was noticed and ignored by the local"Yacht Club" folks. So Oernulf drives the hald-inflated dinghy out in the choppy bay back to Babettet to repair the hole.

Come evening we have a big Norwegian, with token Dane, group gathered at The Anchorage veranda bar for a sundowner. All the Norwegian boats are here: "Christiania" and "Veto", "Noravind" and "Sedna", the Danes, "Jonna", and, for us, new faces, the young couple on "Apricus". And "Babette"! That's 10 kids here, there and everywhere. We'll miss them all as our ways part; we're heading South now. A perfect Caribbean evening, the warm darkness, the bittersweet meetings and farewells mixed with coconut and rum.