Christmas in Carriacou

Posted by on Dec 23, 2006 in amanzi, blog, Voyage 1 | No Comments
Christmas in Carriacou

12/23/2006, Tyrrell Bay, Carriacou We’ve been here in beautiful Tyrell Bay on the tiny island of Carriacou for more than a month, now. You can tell we really enjoy it as we’ve been here twice since June. For me, it’s so much like home in Newfoundland. People are warm and friendly and the pace of ...

Going to school at sea

Posted by on Dec 5, 2006 in blog, Voyage 1 | No Comments
Going to school at sea

Kim 12/05/2006, Tyrell Bay, Carriacou, Grenada Our Floating Classroom Project is a virtual classroom – you’re learning about the sea and sailing by following us on the internet. Imagine, for a minute, going to school on a ship AT sea. That’s exactly what a group of 25 students are doing onboard the sea school vessel Corwith ...

Buying a second chance

Posted by on Nov 19, 2006 in blog, Voyage 1 | No Comments
Buying a second chance

KIm 11/19/2006, Tyrell Bay, Carriacou, Grenada “If you grab the camera and video, we can go join J.P. at Lumbadive. He just mentioned to me he?? s going to help release a turtle. Where? When? …where did the turtle come from? I don”t know anymore than that. Come on let”s go. ” That”s how our ...

A whale’s world

Posted by on Oct 18, 2006 in amanzi, blog, Voyage 1 | No Comments
A whale’s world

Kim 10/18/2006, Hog Island, Grenada I’m thirty feet underwater and I should be thrilled. But all I can hear is Darth Vader breathing in my ear. There’s water in my mask and it’s going up my nose. I’m scared to death my mask is going to get kicked off, accidentally, by another diver. All I ...

So long mate

Posted by on Oct 11, 2006 in amanzi, blog, Voyage 1 | No Comments
So long mate

Kim 11/10/2006, Hog Island, Grenada We pulled up anchor from Hog Island after spending several months waiting out hurricane season. Sadly, though, we leave with one less crewmember. One of our feline crew, Billy bob, unfortunately will not be coming with us on our journey north. He didn’t jump ship, as we expected him to ...

450 pounds lighter

Posted by on Sep 25, 2006 in blog, Voyage 1 | No Comments
450 pounds lighter

Kim 09/25/2006, Hog Island, Grenada The Caribbean – blue skies, clear water, white sandy beaches…and garbage. And that’s why Cruisers, cub groups, pathfinders, university students, youth and church groups, local businesses and rotary group members all pitched in to take part in the annual International coastal clean-up sponsored by The Ocean Conservancy based in Washington, ...

Back to school on a boat

Posted by on Sep 17, 2006 in blog, Voyage 1 | No Comments
Back to school on a boat

Kim 09/17/2006, Hog Island, Grenada The Grenadian summer is winding down. Local mini-van buses are crowded with school children in their crisp, clean uniforms and shiny new shoes. Here at the anchorage in Hog Island, you will see swimming costumes instead of school uniforms, but there still is a change in routines for three families ...

August is the time

Posted by on Aug 15, 2006 in blog, Voyage 1 | No Comments
August is the time

Kim 08/15/2006, St. Georges, Grenada August is the time…This is the start of the refrain of one of the 4 theme songs of Grenada Carnival, called Spice Mas . We thought we’d seen parties and celebrations, but Grenadians REALLY know how to party…for days at a time, around the clock. And in this festive time of year, ...

The Carriacou Regatta Festival

Posted by on Aug 10, 2006 in blog, Voyage 1 | No Comments
The Carriacou Regatta Festival

Kim 08/10/2006, hillsborough, Carriacou “All racers, to your boats. 5 – 4 – 3 – 2 – 1 GO!” That’s the sound of every start for the many different classes (or sizes) of Traditional Work Boats racing from the beach in Hillsborough, Carriacou. Welcome to the 41st Carriacou Regatta Festival here in the small island ...

Isle of Spice

Posted by on Aug 1, 2006 in blog, Voyage 1 | No Comments
Isle of Spice

Kim 08/01/2006, St. George, Grenada “Once upon a time, on a little island in the Caribbean called the Isle of Spice, there lived an old lady, way up in the mountains. Petite Mama was about four feet tall. Her eyes were dark and deep. Her voice creaked liked dry branches, and when she laughed it ...