We woke at 2am to the blaring alarm clock, donned our sailing gear - shorts, T-shirt and harness, and headed out of the protection of Grenada towards Trinidad. Gary had first watch, although we sat together for a long time gazing up at the stars and attempting to name them. This idyllic scene was interrupted by Pickle who refused to stay in her Pickle spot, making numerous escape attempts up the companion way. We ended up closing the hatches and locking her in, ignoring the feeble little meows coming from down below.
I napped on deck wrapped in a light blanket for a few hours, occasionally waking to the sound of the waves drumming against the hull, opening my sleepy eyes to a sky full of stars and phosphorescence in our wake. I was once woken by the sound of Gary giggling as a flying fish missed his face by mere millimeters, leaving behind a fishy smell where it hit the underside of our bimini.
My watch started just as the sun began to creep under the blanket of night. Gary headed below, and I had the sunrise all to myself. I saw the water spout of a passing whale, but unfortunately not the whale itself. We sailed through oil fields and spotted a few oil rigs. As we passed the oil rigs we noticed the black colour of the water - not oil we are told, but the outflow of one of South America's largest rivers.
Throughout our voyage we had fellow yacht Mahala at our tails, keeping us company with the occasional radio call. We entered the passage into Trinidad side by side.
We dropped our anchor just before 2pm the following day, making the journey a round 12 hours, and headed for customs.
After a shower (heaven!) and short nap, we headed to the beautiful Crews Inn for a yummy dinner overlooking the marina and twinkling of anchor lights in the distance.
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