Cherubino's Atlantic

We spent a few days exploring St Kitts, basing ourselves in Port Zante Marina, these are my notes that might be of help/interest to potential sailing visitors to this most congenial island.

Approach: Coming from either N or S there’s plenty of water with no real hazards and only a light sprinkling of fish traps. The actual approach to the marina is a little tricky at the moment as there are mighty works on hand, building a second pier for giant cruise ships to moor up to. The best bet is to come in from the SW which will which leave the beach to port and opens out the marina entrance on the stbd bow.

Marina: Charlie the dock master, while friendly and helpful but not in the first class when it comes to answering emails or the phone. Probably the best bet is just to call up on Ch 68 when approaching, as the marina seems to be very sparingly visited by yachts and there’s usually likely to be a slot. The berths are in the form of strong posts (no rings) and short (about 12 feet long) finger piers attached to the marina wall. The tidal range is only about a foot. The posts are about 50 feet from the wall so yachts longer than about 45’ will need to rig springs from the middle of the boat whether coming in bow or stern first.

There is electricity (flat pin style, Charlie has an adaptor to EuroPlug) and good water for each berth. A fuel pontoon dispenses diesel and petrol. The showers and loos ashore are basic but clean. Most of the boats in the marina are either small motor vessels or giant catamarans running fishing or sailing excursions for the passengers from the cruise ships. There are also a number of commercial fishing craft and the atmosphere is lively. Generally evenings are peaceful but on holidays the music can be very loud and go on very late. Security seems pretty good but you have to aware that a lot of people are passing through and that it would be silly to leave valuable stuff lying about.

If you don’t fancy the marina you can anchor off the not terribly attractive seafront to the W in 4-5m. There’s good protection from the N and NE but it does look pretty rolly if there’s any S in the wind. There’s a dinghy dock in the marina where you can safely leave the tender when you check in.

Formalities: Customs are based in the marina office and immigration is a short walk away in the Port Zante complex. Both are pretty relaxed in their approach to office hours and more than one visit may be required.

Services: If you are planning to spend a few days and look around the island hiring a car is a good idea. Expect to pay c.US$50/d plus US$25 for a local driving licence (no test involved, just hand over the money). The island is circled by a (literal) ring road so there is no excuse for getting lost.

We found an excellent laundry at Elite Laundry Services in town. For boat bits there is a small Budget Marine chandlery on Bay Road. The are two supermarkets just outside the marina complex which are OK for basics and numerous small stalls selling fruit and veg. For a bigger restocking a better selection is available at Ram’s at the far end of Bay Road (next to the Cash & Carry), a couple of miles away. Inevitably local bread is something of a disappointment after Guadeloupe.

Observation & Activities: Port Zante was built to cater for the vast cruise ships that call in, one or two at a time, almost every day.

Each boat can have as many as 6,600 passengers aboard so when they discharge things get busy. Most of the punters are swept away to see the sights by a fleet of mini buses, put to sea in the fleet of motor boats and cats or left to wander The Mall into which they flow as they clear immigration . As you can imagine, the Mall is full of shops flogging the tackiest of tat while the food on offer would, on the whole, disgrace a motorway services station (honourable exception, ‘Sweet Cane’). All this is going on adjacent to the marina.

The key to a happy Kittitian experience is to plan to arrive at wherever you’re going bang on opening time before the cruise ship crowds arrive. It’s well worth visiting the National Museum, which is housed in a colonial building within the Port Zante complex, to get an idea of the island’s history. We particularly enjoyed visiting wonderfully preserved Brimstone Hill Fortress, zip lining at Sky Safari on the Wingfield Estate and the tough but rewarding hike up Mt Liamuiga.

St Kitts is a superlatively friendly island and really worth getting to see ‘on the ground’. The facilities for yachts are on the simple side but don’t let that put you off!

The girls will be posting more shortly…

It’s Polly’s birthday but there is to be no lie in as we roll out at 0500 ready to raise the anchor at first light. Its been blowing hard through the anchorage off Deshaies all night and the forecast suggests we should have 20-25kts from E or ENE for the 80M passage up to St Kitts. Coffee in the cockpit as we watch the boats around us surge about on their cables, from the smaller yachts hard up against the beach to the mega yachts and small ships out in the mouth of the bay, anchor lights shining from the mastheads as the Eastern sky starts to lighten.

I wake up Daisy who stands by to clear the anchor chain as it piles up in the chain locker under her berth. Pols sparks up the donkey and we edge forward, the windlass pulling in chain as our forward motion takes the load off it. In comes the stainless hook of the snubber and the 60m markers. A stronger gust, Cherubino’s bow veers off, Pols puts in the engine into neutral and we fall back, the rode stretching out ahead. Back into gear, creeping ahead and the windlass is back to work. The 30m marker comes aboard, round the gypsy and down the hawsepipe to the locker where Daisy is pulling it back into the locker to stop it castleing. The chain tightens as it reaches down vertically to the anchor which is dug in deep. A grunt or two from the windlass and Old Cold Nose rips free from the bottom. The boat’s head swings to leeward as the anchor, still covered in mud, sand and weed breaks the surface. Pols ups the revs and we head off out of the bay while Daisy switches from anchor to navigation lights as the sun’s still not up. A mile or two to get clear and we round up into the wind to hoist the mizzen, roll out the genoa and kill the engine. Its always a wonderful feeling to bear away and accelerate with sails pulling in the absence of the engine’s noise. We set course, NNW, for a point a couple of miles off Pinnacle rock on the NE corner of Montserrat, about 35M away. Behind us the sun is rising and we can see humpbacks swimming North crossing our wake as we reach away from Guadeloupe at about seven knots.

Daisy says she feels unwell and makes faces until Dora finally surfaces and actually is sick – at which Daisy cheers up. The wind is building now perking up to 25 knots while frigate birds hover to leeward hoping for snacks more tempting than the contents of Dora’s tummy. To leeward Montserrat changes from a grey outline into a solid image, the peak of the volcano that buried the capital Plymouth hidden in cloud but the huge rivers of ash clearly visible. The southern half of the island is still abandoned but as we progress North we can see the village of Old Northwood peached high on the Atlantic side with its church and tiny football stadium. The wind is now nudging 30 knots as we pass the top of Montserrat and bear away to pass just to the leeward of tiny, barren Redonda.

Fortunes were made on Redonda ‘digging the turds of Leeward Island birds’ but now the phosphates have all gone and Redonda is uninhabited except for a few pairs of Blue Footed Boobys who circle the boat hopefully before working out we aren’t fisherfolk and pushing off again. In the short break when we’re behind the island Pols produces delicious wraps for lunch. The children pretend to be too ill to eat them – all the more for the grown ups!

Past Redonda we close on the SW corner of Nevis, the water shoaling rapidly from about 1000m to less than 20m. The seas steepen and I’m glad we’re in a bigger rather than a smaller boat. We roll away half the genoa as we harden up to sail North. The wind’s still F6/7 but I’m hoping we may get a little shelter to the W of Nevis. Nope, nothing doing there but the sea flattens out and we’re close reaching at eight knots with less than ten miles to go. Suddenly, the winds’s gone, the boat’s bolt upright and we’ve hardly got steerage. Looks like Nevis does throw a lee after all… no worries tho’, there’s a darkening on the water ahead and before you can say ‘mine’s a cuppa, milk no sugar’ its blowing 30knots and we’re off again. The narrow strait (imaginatively named… ‘The Narrows’) between Nevis and St Kitts provides the wind with a excuse to oscillate through ninety degrees but soon we’re across the gap and looking at the wreck in the unfortunately named Shitten Bay. Round Green Point and we’re in White House Bay and the anchor chain is rattling out. The hook is well set in 10m and although we’re still being buffeted by the wind there’s no swell in the bay and we feel secure. The boom covers are on, sun’s setting and we can pop the cork on a bottle or two of bubbles to celebrate Polly’s big day. We’ve taken 11 hours to log 80M. It’s been a wonderful little Caribbean passage.

Below, Tom’s write up of Deshaies, Guadeloupe, for the sailor considering a visit…..

A wonderful anchorage off a charming little town with excellent snorkelling

The approach from the West is hazard free except for the inevitable fishing buoys in depths up to 150m. Inside the bay about 30 moorings have been laid at the Eastern (town) end of the bay but, unlike those on Les Saintes, they aren’t maintained by anyone. The upside of this is that they are free, the downside is that they are potentially unreliable and most are now permanent home to various local craft. We anchored in the middle oof the bay in 7m on a soupy mix of sand and mud with patches of weed. The holding for a properly set modern anchor seems good enough but we did see a couple of boats drag when the wind funnelled through at up to 30kts. Encouragingly, the charter firms seem to be equipping their boats with more appropriate ground tackle than was the case in the past. Hopefully the spectacular drag fests that used to be such a feature here are now just a cherished memory. The dinghy dock is well made and large enough for the significant numbers of tenders using it. Why there are no cleats or rings though remains a mystery.

Formalities can be completed at the Police Station or at the Pelican shop. Specialist yachting amenities in Deshaies are pretty much non existent. Fuel can be jerried out from the filling station and Camping Gaz is available at the Spar. The nearest laundry is 15km down the road.

The town is small, picturesque with a laid back atmosphere and boasts several restaurants offering the usual French/Caribbean fare at the usual outlandish prices. One stand-out is ‘Mahina’ on the waterfront which does startlingly good pizzas and is full of locals residents – surely a good sign. There is a well supplied fruit and veg market, an excellent Boulangerie and the small Spar supermarket carries a very creditable line of basics and bagged ice. There is an ATM but no bank. Our children enjoyed retiring to the air conditioned comfort of the library to do their school work while the librarian seemed delighted to have some customers. Mobile internet is hopeless so rely on the WiFi in the cafes for internet access. Tourist highlights include the long established and excellent Jardin Botanique (lots of humming birds!) a mile out of town to the South and the Pointe Batterie on the South side of the bay. Another big draw are the locations used in the long running TV series ‘Death in Paradise’ which is largely filmed in and around Deshaies.

The bay itself is full of marine life including turtles and shoals of small fish being chased around by bigger fish and harassed from above by frigate birds and pelicans. The snorkelling on the North side of the anchorage is first class with lovely vent, fan and brain corals and big schools grunts, angel fish, parrot fish and all the usual suspects plus the loggerhead turtles.

Girls wrestling on a canon. As you do.

It was hard to drag ourselves away from Marie Galante, but a morning’s sail brought us to her far more sophisticated neighbour, Les Saintes. I imagine the south of France might have been like this in the 1960s before the hordes arrived. We picked up a mooring in a large bowl of a bay with the red roofed town spread out in a horseshoe around us. Ashore, there are numerous restaurants and little boutiques selling t shirts and glamorous floaty evening dresses (I resisted on grounds of practicality!). But also, common to all these islands, the Saturday morning fruit and veg market where we can pick up the most intensely flavoured fruit and (my favourite) avocados almost the size of my head. Tom and I swarmed ashore early on Saturday to get our provisions before the heat set in, rewarding ourselves with a cup of coffee and an excellent vantage point for people watching. Plenty of men walking around with baguettes tucked under their arms, stopping off for a coffee and their first cigarette of the day on the way home. Women on their way to work, exchanging kisses with acquaintances every few strides.

There’s some fabulous hills to climb with rewarding views of the Saintes themselves and to Dominica, Marie Galante and Guadeloupe mainland. Best of all is the snorkelling from our current anchorage – Pain a sucre. The children are having their first glimpses of coral and teeming fish. I will let them fill you in on the details.

We are loving Guadeloupe, getting firmly into the swing of Caribbean life, making the most of early mornings and late afternoons, adjusting our pace, and spending plenty of time in the sea.

One morning I walked up to the top of Le Chameau just outside of town. It was quite a challenge even for a seasoned mountain goat like me. The view was astonishing though. Ignore the haze and check out that runway! Who’d like to land there I ask?!

Cherubino was tucked in the top left of the bay as you look in this picture.

Bourg des Saintes waterfront. Beautiful church tower. Not so beautiful half finished building!

This taken from opposite side of the bay. You can see Le Chameau on the right. Cherubino is second line of boats in from the right (between the two catamarans).

Dominica was a tough act to follow, but the omens were excellent as on passage to Marie Galante we saw what we think were sperm whales breaching. I have seen many a dolphin in my time but never a whale breach. And it’s a truly impressive sight as they come properly out of the water and thwack down again in a vast cloud of spray. Just incredible.

Marie Galante came up trumps in providing us with our own little corner of tropical paradise, ticking all the cliches of one’s imagination. It is a relatively small island, belonging to Guadeloupe (so back in the EU), but very much off the tourist radar. We anchored to the North of a little town called St Louis, at the far end of a very wide bay fringed by a white sandy beach and palm trees. The water was the most unnatural shade of turquoise that no filter could recreate. To our amazement all the other boats anchored off the undistinguished town, leaving us to snorkel, walk ashore amongst the mangroves and scrubby bushes, practise rowing and motoring about in the dinghy all undisturbed. Here we introduced the concept of the pre school snorkel, which certainly woke the girls up for their morning lessons. So heavenly it was, we stayed three nights and even rounded it off with an extraordinarily delicious lunch ashore in a beach restaurant run by a couple in their 20s with open walls and a flapping tarpaulin for a roof, but the best lunch we’ve had since arriving.

Cherubino, at the end of the rainbow, with Daisy taking dinghy back to her.

The view from our superb lunch stop!

Girls out on an evening row.

Tom met this little fellow by Milton Falls on Dominica. It’s very short but quite funny.