Bring the machete, cut the vines, we're setting sail!

Almost a month of laid-back lazy days in Pirates' Bay, at the edge of Tobago jungle. We feel attached now. The boat is green at the waterline, tiny, bright colored fish feed on the mussels attached. We feel pretty moldy and vine-encased ourselves.
Time to move on. We have to clean up the boat and see something moving. Trinidad has the action, I hear. They're gearing up for the carneval in all the "pan yards" where the steel bands are practicing for the huge nation-wide contests and for the Carneval parades. Costumes are being fitted, the last sequins attached.
Trinidad will be different from our daily dilemma here in Tobago: "Fish or chicken?"

At 5:30pm we draw anchor and sail into the setting sun. Our rolly Pirates' Bay anchorage has let us keep our sea-legs so that the lumpy seas me meet off shore don't cause any queasynes. So I'm down in the galley sauteing mushrooms for the mushroom soup. With thick slices of Jane's good bread that should keep us going through the night.
The wind dies completly and we have a motor sail to Trinidad. Hand-steering all night, and dreaming of our new anto-pilot we plan to buy in Chaguaramas. The allmost full moon is lighting the way as Tobago slips by, portside. Crown Point behind us, we cross "Galeon Passage" to Trinidad. A six hour passage. On the other side the dark hills of Trinidad take shape in the moonlit night.

Come daylight we'll meet the larger, lively half of Trinbago.