After waking, Kelley, Loren, and Sheven all jumped in the blue waters for a snorkel, swam with some turtles and said goodbye to the lovely Tobago Cays. We decide to start making our way back north and the first stop will be the island of Mustique.
Mustique is a very interesting island – it’s private, and owned by some very wealthy folks. Including british royalty, business high rollers, and celebrities like Mick Jagger and David Bowie. It’s off limit to cruise ships and the general public. Yachters, however, are welcome in a limited fashion. There are some moorings for visiting yachts, and we figure it would be an experience.
Weather forecast is the usual 15-22 knts from the ENE. Unfortunately, that is exactly from the direction we want to go. Sailboats don’t sail straight into the wind very well. Cats, in general, don’t point as high into the wind as monohulls. So, rather than tacking a bunch of times, we motor ENE directly into the wind, then turn almost straight north and raise the sails. It’s the first time this trip that we’ve sailed close hauled, into the wind as high as possible. It seems that Ginger does well until about 50 degrees into the wind, which is not that terrible.
When motoring into the wind, we were getting some 8-10 FT swells from the Atlantic, which we were launching off and landing with quite a splash. Kelley and I were at the helm and by the time we reached Mustique, we were totally crusted with salt from the spray.
We pulled into Mustique and grabbed one of their mooring balls, then everyone jumped into the water for a swim. We could see the mooring ball anchor below us in about 40 FT of water. Very solid rig, probably because they get some pretty big yachts at this island.
Shortly, a man from the Mustique Moorings company comes by in a skiff. He gives me a map of the island with a very small portion of the coast highlighted. He explains this is the only area we are permitted to visit, and the rest of the island is off limits. He also says that cameras of any kind are forbidden, including any type of cell phone that has a camera. They are pretty serious about that, and when we dingy to shore, a security guy searches our bags for cameras.
Since it’s a private island, I figure that’s fine and it is a privilege to be able to visit.
One of the most famous bars in the area is Basils and we are moored right in front of Basils. They are also having their annual Blues Festival with musicians flying in from all over the world. We decide to splurge on the $60/person entry fee which includes lots of music and a buffet with suckling pig, grilled fish and other yummy stuff.
Basil is the name of the owner, and the ad we saw for Basil’s had a picture of Mick Jagger singing there. The Blues Festival is a benefit that Basil does for scholarships to kids from St. Vincent.
There were musicians from France, England, Australia, and Italy all playing/sings american blues songs, and doing it very well. It’s not a very big place, so it was fairly intimate. Lots of people were dancing, and we danced a little but we were quite tired.
It was interesting to watch all the eclectic very rich people who have property on the islands kicking up their heels. I found myself wanting to know who they were and what there stories were.
This was quite a cultural shift from two days ago when we walked through the village on Mayreau saying hello to dogs, chickens and goats. Not very far away geographically, but quite different in terms of material wealth.
We are surrounded by some amazing yachts and in the morning, I’m gonna grab some photos of them before we take off. We plan to head for the west coast of St. Vincent tomorrow as we make our way back north to Martinique.