Our adventure is all about trying new experiences so when we heard about a dinghy concert we put it in the diary. Yes despite having days full of no agenda, no rigid plans, we do still organise our lives via iCal else we would never get off the boat and frequently forget agreed social events. With each day shaped exactly how we want it, I need to remind myself what day of the week it is as to us a Sunday is no different to a Wednesday. On a couple of occasions we have rocked up to do a grocery shop only to be left scratching our heads as to why nothing is open….doh its a Sunday.
Anyway, the dinghy concert took place in Clarks Court Bay so we sailed there the morning of the event and it just so happened that we anchored right near where the concert was going to be. We could have seen it all from the comfort of our cockpit but that kinds of defeats the purpose of a dinghy concert!
When the bass started up and we heard outboard engines whizzing past, we too took to our dink and puttered towards the action. The concert was sponsored by Island Water World (boat chandlery) and consisted of a barge complete with band, benches and bar drifting in the middle of the bay, attached to the side of an anchored yacht. The attendees (all in dinghies) then rafted together to form one big mass of inflated rubber with painters tied to the handles of the dinghies in front.
The music was a bunch of classic and Grenadian styles, we even heard a reggae version of one of Adele's hits! Another favourite of the Grenadians is to sing their 'Grenada Song' with lyrics like 'Grenada spice, Grenada nice, lets have some fun, under the sun'. No prizes to the lyricist but its real catchy and you find yourself singing it for hours afterwards. The sun was hot hot hot as ever and we packed our dinghy with a cool box full of ice, wine and beers. As luck would have it we rafted near other boats we knew and spent a good few hours on the water soaking up the good company and atmosphere.
This day also coincided with a blue moon - second full moon in the same month that wouldn't be happening again until
2015. To celebrate the occasion, a shack on nearby Hog Island was putting on a party. So after the concert we let go of
the painters in front of us and drifted towards the island. Drifted….literally, unknown to us, we had been let go from the
rest of the raft and a bunch of 6 dinghies (us included) were so busy nattering, we didn't realise we had been set adrift
from the pack. A frantic pull of starter cords and a bit of towing got us away from the rocks and in the direction of Hog
Island. Roger's Beach Bar sells lethal rum mixers and it wasn't long before I could see Dylan's eyes glazing
over (I was on the diet coke). Already way past cruiser's midnight (9pm) we called it a night and started our navigating
back to Orion guided by the bright moon overhead.
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