Sorry about no posts for a while. Dealing with repairs and kids takes up all my time. Just like home.
We left Georgetown after being ‘pinned down’ by strong winds for a while. Admittedly it was a lovely place to hang out, off the beach from the Volleyball Beach, with lots of kids to occupy ours.Auntie Andy came out to visit which was very good for all of us, although Middle One was badly behaved, he did settle quite a bit after her visit. She was just in time for Janines and Bens Birthdays. She went home with her bags about 20 KG lighter. Thank you Andy!
We stayed for a while. I think we were taken in by the local hype: the resident cruisers there are either timid or get too many weather reports. The VHF Net each day had a lot of discussion about the strong winds, and the local weather guru tended to over-estimate winds, so nobody dared leave. (its called Chicken Harbour by some, due to the fact the next 250 NM sail is the biggest jump in the Caribbean) We finally made the run, leaving with Sandy Feet, a Lagoon 45 cat, and found the run to be quite benign, almost too little wind. It took three days and two nights to get to the Turks and Caicos Islands, and our fears of losing a child to internecine warfare were unfounded.
We crossed the Tropic of Cancer, and now the climate is different. Hotter, and the water warmer. Still amazingly clear water, sparse coral, more fish. TCI is british, and looks affluent. the Fish Fry was more like Noosa Farmers Market than the equivalent in the Bahamas, and we got some great photos of an impending storm, our first big rain.
We all decided to get our hair cut there as it was the last ‘western’ outpost for a while. Janine found an authentic local barbers in “DownTown”, and in the time it took her to walk down to our hire car and back the the youngest boys were given a lightning fast helmet cut, classic pudding bowl, including the razor sharp front fringe that will never comb out. A haircut from hell. Ben refused to leave the shop, and i had to drive around the back with the car so that he could get out the back door without being seen. Max and I quickly decided not to have our haircut there. Perhaps they had never cut any hair-type except afro-caribbean or perhaps the boys annoyed them – we’ll never know.
We cleared out from Providenciales island of Caicos with the cast of Dumb and Dumber hiding in the cabins, but couldn’t leave due to serious chop on the 50 NM passage over the Caicos Banks, so we sneaked back ashore for icecream and a day on the beach.