After
a short sail up from Sandy Island we arrived off Clifton , the
cosmopolitan little town on Union Island . As we entered the
anchorage and mooring field we received a warm welcome from the
awaiting mooring attendant on his boat , ready to give the First Mate a
hand with tying up to a mooring buoy . As soon as our bowline had
been neatly secured to the buoy he drifted down to the cockpit and
offered me a range of supplies from fresh lobster , fresh fish ,
diesel and last but not least the best marijuana in the Caribbean .
There
is something about Clifton that is unique , I am not sure if its the reef
plumb in the middle of the anchorage , the tiny village square or the
bright colourful buildings that line the main street ,
but we really liked the place and it was also an official Port of
Entry so we could clear into the Grenadines right there . Our first
experience of St Vincent hospitality started in the Customs Office
when after handing over $120EC Dollars needing 14 change the Customs
guy informed us that he did not have any small change on him and
suggested we go to an ATM in the village and draw some cash. Four
young St Vincent guys who were standing next to us whipped out $6EC
and settled our bill then immediately invited us to their home in
Chateaubelair , St Vincent explaining that their house is the blue house right on
the beach and that we could not miss it .
Since
then we have discovered that the locals on the island are really open
and super friendly people .
Something
else that is unique to Clifton is its very busy little airport which
when aircraft come into land it appears that they are lining up for
the main street in the village . Being a very short runway they
approach the island just clearing the mountains and then
put the aircraft down quickly using a very steep descent and braking
hard once they touchdown . It is the same when watching the
Inter-Island ferry docking , a polished act of dropping both anchors
and pivoting the little ship around stern-to the dock . The captain
has definitely done this bit of maneuvering many times .
Clifton
has also become a popular kite surfing venue and sitting in the
anchorage in the cockpit of our boat watching the kite surfers flying
back and forth in front of the moored yachts is not a bad way to
spend a couple of hours when you are sitting in the front row seats . These
guys get so close to the yachts on anchor that the other day one of
them wrapped his kite around a mast of a yacht tied to a mooring buoy
. He attempted to scale the mast but after getting to the first
spreader he seemed to lose his nerve and slowly slid down back to the
deck . In the stiff breeze the kite eventually flogged itself to
death and flew off leaving the top of the mast bare of any equipment
.
We set off from Clifton to visit the very popular Tobago Cays but that is another post on it's own to follow this one shortly . After a wonderful visit to the Cays it was
time to set sail for Grenada to get our daughter back to the airport
in time to catch her flight back home . We were looking forward to a broad reach all the way back to the South Coast of Grenada and
the airport after a chilled and relaxing time spent in the Southern Grenadines .