Mathew is just a memory. We haven't had a squall since around 3AM and the rain stopped at 9AM. The wind is 10 to 15 from the east and there is a long slight swell coming from the direction of Mathew. Perfect weather to get underway and sail to Bequia to pick up our charter guests.
20 odd phone calls to every official office I can think of with no answer from any of them. I'm talking customs in the main port, the capital city, each local office and even the marine police. An hour on the phone and not one answer. Mathew was barely a tropical storm here and the island seems completely closed.
Finally I get a customs officer at the international airport and he says that tomorrow the offices will be open again. "No mon not today". The airport was just opening but they will not clear a yacht! "No mon, no yachts here."
OK then. "Hon, whip up a BIG pitcher of rum punch. We are prisoners in paradise!"
20 odd phone calls to every official office I can think of with no answer from any of them. I'm talking customs in the main port, the capital city, each local office and even the marine police. An hour on the phone and not one answer. Mathew was barely a tropical storm here and the island seems completely closed.
Finally I get a customs officer at the international airport and he says that tomorrow the offices will be open again. "No mon not today". The airport was just opening but they will not clear a yacht! "No mon, no yachts here."
OK then. "Hon, whip up a BIG pitcher of rum punch. We are prisoners in paradise!"
