Sailing to Carlisle Bay

Carlisle Bay

We pulled up anchor and left Deep Bay for a cruise down to Carlisle Bay, located just a few nautical miles west from Falmouth.  Sailing south on the leeward side of the island country was serene.  With the sun shining and the wind coming from the east it was smooth sailing with the main and staysail.  That is until we had to “turn left” at the southern end of the leeward side and into the wind we went.  The sails were dropped and Yan Diesel was put into action.  Captain Glen told us, “it’s going to be a rough hobby horse ride for the next while”.  Into the wind we went bucking (and a little twisting).  The onshore scenery included the many resorts that dot the coastline of this tourist paradise. 

Despite the boat’s actions, Jinder volunteered to go below, (ignoring possible seasickness) to once again prepare a gourmet meal for lunch.  The fragrance of frying onions sound started to make it way from below.  The onions were a perfect compliment to our smokies engulfed in a bed of horseradish mayonnaise rucked up in a Jolly Harbour bakery bun.  Served with dill pickles and beer the roughest part of the trip was most bearable.

Just a few miles short of Falmouth we deked into Carlisle Bay and anchored right in front of the Carlisle Bay Resort.  Much to our pleasant surprise the resort sent us strong free Wi-Fi signal. 

After setting the ship right and soaking up our tech time, we set out to explore.  We left Murphy on the beach and walked up the only road in the place.  First stop was a “sortof” restaurant.  They were preparing an island dish called Ducana (coconut, flour, & potatoes), to be served the next day.  Further down the road we found a fruit stand/gambling den.  We observed but didn’t participate in the cash dominoes game but did buy some pineapple and mangoes to supplement the ships stores.

Fruits & Vegetables (and Gambling Den Behind the Tarp

She Was Happy to See Us

End of Beach and Back Walk - the Extent of our Exercise

 We took a walk down the beach and contemplated stepping into the bar but had second thoughts when we saw the resort prices.  We decided against a the beer in favour of a swim in the sea and then back to the boat for a nap in preparation for cocktails, grilled pork chops and bean salad.

We ended the night by taking turns choosing songs from our respected devices.  Each song had to be prefaced with a short description of why it meant something to you.

Because Carlisle Bay has a small tidal surge, our night’s sleep was akin to being gently rocked in a cradle.

Off to Falmouth today.